tendencies toward that sort of thing

one reason the sexy big-dicked teenage boy drank is
that, when the world seemed too "real," being
drunk made it less so.
one day,
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy drank
a LOT. he sat in his room
all alone, naked, and consumed
a lot of beer.
the "realness" of his being all
alone gradually went away,
and was replaced with a feeling
of extreme calmness and well-being.
he almost felt that he was among
friends, though he seemed to
have none at the moment.
nobody that he could really
talk to, that is.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy drank
some more.
and then a bit more.
it was now nighttime.
he put on a pair of shorts
and a pair of tennis shoes
and nothing else,
and he went outside.
it was a warm summer
night. there were
lightning bugs everywhere.
he set off for the
municipal golf course.
once he got there, he
ditched his shorts
and shoes. he'd done
this many times before,
drunk, walking in the
darkness of the night-time golf
course, feeling invisible --
though, naked and drunk,
should anyone happen to
notice, he'd be far from it.
still, though, no one
had ever noticed, had they?
he felt drunk, and sexy,
and he stood in a thicket
of trees near the
4th hole, and his big
dick was hard and throbbing.
he stood there for quite
a while, jerking off nice
and slow, and when he
spurted about 30 intense
gobs of hot gooey cum,
he looked up into the
sky, and wondered
about everything,
not that any of
it was real,
nothing, not
even the
crickets that
sang in the weeds,
nothing, not
even them.


--Carl Miller Daniels (November 8, 2010)