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"in the whiskey rebellion, people decided
they wanted vodka, instead," said
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
to his
sexy naked big-dicked college freshman boyfriend.
the two boys were standing in their
secret spot in the middle of the forest,
near a deep clear spring-fed pond.
"er, i'm no history scholar," said
the sexy naked big-dicked college freshman boy, "but
i don't think that's exactly what the
whiskey rebellion was all about."
"no?" said the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
"nope," said the freshman.
they were passing their carton of orange juice
mixed with vodka back and forth, sipping
from the open spout.
"ah, well," said the sophomore.  "fuck it."
"i'd rather you fuck me," said
the freshman.
"oh i think that can be arranged," said the sophomore.
**
later, they lay on their backs on a
big sun-warmed flat gray
rock beside the clear cold pond.
they were staring up into the sky.
they were drunk.
they were happy.
they were sex-exhausted, in a real nice
dicks-still-hard toes-still-tingling kind of way.
"did you know that if you drink plenty of
orange juice, you'll
never get a cold?" said
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
"really?" said the freshman.
"really," said the sophomore.
"what happens if you mix vodka with it?"
said the sexy naked big-dicked college freshman boy.
"then you stay warm all the time," said
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
"you think you know everything, don't you?" said
the freshman.
"we're both nice and warm now, aren't we?" said
the sophomore.
"yessss," said the freshman.
"and we're drinking vodka mixed with orange juice,
aren't we?" said the sophomore.
"yessss," said the freshman.
"well. there you have it," said the sophomore.
a warm gentle breeze moved through the
branches up above.
"i do know pretty much everything, don't i?"
said the sophomore.
both boys began laughing gently, a warm
friendly chuckle at first, that
grew and grew into stomach-tightening guffaws.
"i like your tight little belly,"
the sophomore finally said, when he could
catch his breath.
"it's a nice place to rest your head,
don't you think?" said the freshman, once
he'd caught his own breath.
"indeed i do," said the sophomore.
the sophomore rested the back of
his head on the freshman's belly,
and together they lay looking
up at the sky,
enjoying the heck out of, well,
just everything.


--Carl Miller Daniels (October 11, 2010)