almost time

at half past 6 on a saturday morning in june,
the good-looking beefy young man woke up on his
back, naked, in his bed, with a hardon.
**
he grabbed his t-shirt from the bedpost,
jerked off into it,
and climbed out of bed.
then he pulled on a pair of faded old
blue jeans, nothing else -- and, on
a sudden whim, grabbed the cum-spattered
t-shirt and carried it out of the room with him.
**
then he walked into the kitchen
where a sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man sat
at the table
eating toast and jelly.
**
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man
and the
good-looking beefy young man were college roommates.
they were both taking classes in summer
school this summer.
**
"good morning" said
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
**
"smell this," said
the good-looking beefy young man,
"and then tell me what it is."
**
then the good-looking beefy young man
held the t-shirt up to
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man's face.
**
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man
wrinkled up his nose. "oh gross," said
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
"get that damn thing away from me."
**
"well?" said the good-looking beefy young man,
"what is it?"
**
"you know darn well what it is" said
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
"it's your goddamn cum-soaked t-shirt. and why you're showing it
to me, i don't know" added
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
**
"it just seemed like it'd be pretty funny,"
said the good-looking beefy young man.
**
"yeah, real funny," said
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
"you're one twisted fuck, you know that?"
**
"i prefer to think of myself as having a
wry and very unique sense
of humor," said the good-looking beefy young man.
and then he grinned, charmingly.
**
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man
stood up and moved to the refrigerator.
then he stood there with his naked back
against it.  "just go put that thing away,"
he said. "throw it in the washing machine
and stop looking so goddamn smug."
**
the good-looking beefy young man stood there
in the middle of the kitchen, holding the
t-shirt, and staring at
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
**
it was now obvious to the both of them
that each of them had become aroused during this exchange.
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man was
wearing only a pair of tight white underpants,
and there was no hiding the
sight of his nice smooth thick erection
under those.
and the good-looking beefy young man stood
there in the middle of
the kitchen, looking eight degrees beyond sexy,
his big cock already hard again,
and outlined perfectly against the front of his
faded old blue jeans.
**
there was an awkward silence.
**
a look of pure nervous glee, tinged with just touch
of utter panic, flickered in their eyes.
**
"you've got a hardon" said
the good-looking beefy young man.
"and so do you" said
the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
**
the air seemed to crackle with electricity.
it smelled like cum, musky, sexual,
tense.
**
then,
"maybe you should go throw that t-shirt in
the washing machine"
said the sweet skinny little blonde sexy young man.
**
"maybe i should" said
the good-looking beefy young man.
**
but they both just stood there,
staring at each other,
the clock on the stove top
making scratchy, raspy, alarm-kind of
sounds; it did that every once
in a while; it was annoying,
and, when the good-looking beefy
young man headed toward the washing
machine in the back of the apartment,
the sexy blonde young man whacked
the clock, until it just
shut the hell up.


--Carl Miller Daniels (December 18, 2006)