in the beginning

he was a sexy skinny young man,
blonde, blue eyes, and
big-dicked, and,
for him, life,
at the heart of the matter,
was the need to spurt cum,
the desire to spurt cum,
the craving to spurt cum,
the obsession to spurt cum.
he HAD to spurt cum.
at least 3 or 4 times every
day, more if things worked out.
yes, spurting cum was the
essence of life, and for
him nothing else really
provided any competition.
and up until now he'd been perfectly
content doing it all
alone; his masturbatory
sessions were creative
and marathon, in the woods,
on his back, or on his side,
or on his knees, his
big smooth thick cock spurting
cum by the pint, it seemed,
by the gallon. he never felt
as alive or as good as when
he was spurting hot gooey
thick viscous cum. he liked
the feeling as his about-to-
be-spurted cum was rushing
from deep within him toward
the tip of his nice smooth cockhead;
he liked the feeling as it was
spurting out his peehole
and splatting onto the
ground. he liked the "splat"
sound each wad of cum made when
it hit.
he liked the smell.
he liked the way he gasped
and panted and moaned and
sighed while it was spurting
out, and after it had spurted
out. then, he met the
new guy. the new guy
moved into his neighborhood,
and the new guy liked to
spurt cum, too--only the new guy
didn't like to spurt it
alone. the new guy liked company
when he was cumming. the new guy
liked to jerk off with him.
the new guy liked to watch
him cum.  the new guy
was tall and sexy, with
wide shoulders, long lanky
legs, covered in curly
brown hair.  the new
guy had a nice face, a
dimple in his chin,
a really deep voice. the new
guy liked cumming as much
as he did, but the new guy just
enjoyed it more, with company.
now, he and
the new guy
were routinely jerking off together
in the new guy's house when
the new guy's parents were gone. sometimes
they jerked off naked together in
the new guy's bathtub and then
turned on the shower and
washed their cum down the drain.
then sometimes they stayed in the
shower, soaped,
shampooed, and jerked off again.
sometimes they jerked off
together lying on their
backs naked in the new
guy's bed. after, they wiped
the cum off of their
chests and bellies and
out of their pubic hair
with warm moist washrags
and washed them out in the
tub. sometimes
that led to another shower,
more jerking off,
and another round of
cum-spurting. then, yesterday,
while they were standing
naked in the middle of the
woods face-to-face about 2 feet apart
watching each other jerk off,
the new guy leaned in and
kissed him on the lips. it felt
fantastic, smoldering, astonishing.
they stood there
kissing and jerking themselves
off at the same time, and they
were still standing there kissing
while they
were both spurting their cum.
it had been electric.
it had been high-voltage.
when he was kissing and
cumming at the same
time, his dick felt even better
cumming than it had
ever felt before, and it
had ALWAYS felt extremely
good before. how could
it feel better then? how
was this possible? the
new guy had suggested they
do more sexy stuff together.
maybe stroke each other's
dicks next time,
instead of each of them only
stroking his own dick.
the new guy was very
convincing. he liked
the new guy a lot. in
fact, he kind of loved
the new guy. where this was all
going was a dream wrapped
up inside
an hallucination inside
the most exciting moment
of his life. he walked
around with his eyes
wide open, as if they
would never close themselves
even in sleep. he and the new
guy were going camping
this weekend.
the new guy had a
tent. the new guy
was real outdoorsy.
the new guy was
beyond wonderful.
the new guy was
the best thing
in the entire
world. the sound of
the new guy's voice was
elixir. the sight of the
new guy's big stiff cock
was lust itself.
when he wasn't with
the new guy, he thought
about him. he walked
around in a sensual sexual
daze, his balls tight; the
tip of his dick tingled
non-stop. he was
worried, anxious,
horny, alive, zealous, fixated,
sweaty, hungry, happy,
delirious; his stomach
felt like it was melting; his
tongue wandered about his mouth,
exploring the tips of his teeth,
investigating
little puddles of saliva, hot spots at
the base of his front teeth --
he had never felt this way before.
the air itself smelled moist, hot,
alive,
as if it were rushing into his
lungs, licking his nostrils, invigorating him
beyond all reason with
each and every breath.
and -- as you might have guessed --
on saturday morning when the
new guy knocked on his door,
he was all dressed,
and ready to go,
every instant
a hot spark of ultra-reality,
every moment
a heartbeat
that shook the walls
of his skinny tiny-nippled chest.

--Carl Miller Daniels (March 2, 2005)