prestige

when the sexy young man was getting
paddled by his fraternity brother,
he got so turned on that that he spurted
cum, and everybody saw the stuff
spurt out onto the floor,
since the cum-spurter was naked at the time,
and had a big showy hardon.
**
the cum-spurting young man
had just been voted "in" to
the fraternity, and this
was the very last phase of his
initiation, the paddling
with the wooden paddle on
his sexy bare but.
the second the paddling
began, he sprouted a hardon,
and by the fifth whack with
the paddle, he spurted cum.
**
when the cum-spurter's
cum splatted onto the floor,
the guy who was paddling the cum-spurter
said "whoooop! what was
THAT?!" the 9 or 10 sexy good-looking
observers of the paddling and the
cum-spurting incident were
also fraternity brothers.
they also pointed and
went "whooop!"
**
there had been a lot of drinking
of alcoholic beverages involved.
**
"nobody saw that, right?" quickly
said the guy doing the paddling,
and pointing toward the cum
on the floor.
**
everybody said "right right
right, didn't see
a thing," and went on drinking.
the cum-spurter had been down on
all fours,
kneeling on his hands and knees.
the cum-spurter stood up and
smiled, his big ultra-smooth dick still hard
and dripping with lots of
drops of cum.
**
"oops," said the cum-spurter, and then everybody
applauded. "not that we saw
anything," one of the
observers quickly noted.
**
later, lying in his
big bed in the room in the
frat house that he shared
with with the sexy guy
who had paddled him,
the cum-spurter listened
to the paddler's breathing.
the paddler's snore
was heavy with booze.
**
the cum-spurter
watched the earth spinning.
for, at this moment,
the cum-spurter felt
kind of like he was standing
on the moon, and,
as the cum-spurter's bare toes
wriggled into the
the lunar surface,
the cum-spurter was
drinking sap pouring from
the open wound of a maple tree,
in the springtime,
when
the force of life
pushed the
pubic hair of an entire
nation into
the
mouth of the wind.
**
the earth spun.
**
the paddler breathed.
**
and
the cum-spurter, well,
he
did it
again.


--Carl Miller Daniels (November 29, 2011)