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the thin skinny little thorn of a waif, had,
ironically, the bigger dick of the two boys,
and an entire thick wheaty field of marble-red pubic hair,
to boot.
the thin skinny little thorn of a waif mounted
the taller, more muscular boy,
and fucked him
hugely, with
great good gusto and fervor, until he
spurted cum right up the tight pink asshole of
the taller more muscular boy.
the taller more muscular boy was down on all fours,
and he, too, spurted cum, while all
this was happening, moaning pleasurably
as he got fucked.
then,
lying there on their blanket
in the middle of
the meadow, the sunlight
on their naked bodies,
the quality of peace itself gently
hovering in the brilliant autumn air,
the taller more muscular boy said,
"isn't it pretty this time of year?"
"indeed it is," replied
the thin skinny little thorn of a waif,
arching his back, and
lifting his hips, and purposefully flashing,
with seemingly autumnal significance, his
entire thick wheaty nest of marble-red pubic hair.

--Carl Miller Daniels (August 26, 2010)