Two poems

 

 

 

urethra

the friction of the moment was indispensable
to the smell of the life force generated by the
cowbells. the hay was rich and tawny gold
in the vast fertile fields as two sexy farmboys
wrestled naked on the ground, then jumped
into the clear cool swimming hole to rinse off, and
to have a swim. minnows nibbled at their toes,
further aroused the tender tendencies of
the two sexy farmboys. one thing led to another,
and the smell of each other's semen was soon
on their breaths.  life itself had been eroticized
to the upmost degree. the surface of the cool clear water
of the swimming hole was smooth and motionless
as the two sexy farmboys kissed each other
on the lips, their wet pubic hair tangled
together in a drippy mass of musk and rye,
urination a form of territoriality.


--Carl Miller Daniels (August 18, 2009)


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supply and demand

"special talents require special receptacles,"
thinks the beautiful big-dicked teenage boy, as
he pleasurably spurts his cum into yet
another of his old-fashioned milk bottles.
his special talent is producing cum.
he produces a LOT of cum.
and he likes spurting it into
an old-fashioned milk bottle
until he has filled it up all the
way. then he stores it, in the freezer,
along with the other bottles he's filled.
he just likes doing it this way.
he just likes spurting his cum
into old-fashioned milk bottles,
and saving them, in the freezer.
he picks up the current milk bottle
and walks naked into the kitchen
and opens the refrigerator door
and sets the newly-cum-into bottle
there in front of the full bottles,
their contents milky and solid
there in the top part, the freezer
part, of the refrigerator. he
loves living here, in this
little apartment; he loves
having the freedom to do what
he loves to do. his apartment
mate, a handsome young man
of 26 years old, is sitting
naked at their kitchen table.
the apartment mate says: "still
having fun with those milk bottles,
huh?"
"yep," replies the
beautiful big-dicked teenage boy, still
naked, and his big dick still
mostly hard.
"we all need our hobbies, i guess,"
says the sexy naked 26-yr-old
apartment mate, who is at
this very moment
slathering his own big hard dick
with a 60/40 mix of
margarine and mayo -- he's always
in search of the perfect masturbatory
lubricant. they both watch as the
sexy 26-yr-old winces, grimaces,
and then spurts a good dollop
of cum onto the top of the kitchen table.
"good consistency," he says
of the 60/40 margarine/mayo mix --
"but could be smoother."
then the beautiful naked big-dicked
teenage boy and
his sexy naked 26-yr-old apartment mate
both chuckle like
sweet, naked, good-looking,
good-natured maniacs,
there in their kitchen, at
half past midnite; the
month of august can
sometimes be quite
oppressive, but not here,
never, ever,
here.

--Carl Miller Daniels (August 20, 2009)