forget-me-not

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
liked waking up with the covers all akimbo.
in fact, the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
liked the word "akimbo". he liked
the sound of it, the gently chaotic feel
of it, as he lay there tangled, almost
ensnared, in the wrinkled mass of
bedcovers that enveloped him
in the morning.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
liked the feel of it against
his great big morning hardon, and
against the rest of him, too.
he felt sort of trapped, sort
of ensnared, and he liked
having to work a bit to undo  
himself from the akimbo covers
that enmeshed him in the
morning. also, "akimbo" rhymed
with "himbo" and he knew enough
of pop culture to know that "himbo"
was a snarky but friendly-enough
term for
a good-looking guy, a guy
who was primarily
good for sex.  and indeed
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
liked to think of himself that way,
a good-looking guy good for sex,
as he pulled back the covers,
disentangled, and let out
his big throbbing hard-as-a-rock
dick, and began tugging gently
on it, his routine morning cum-spurting
about to happen,
the mass of covers now down
around his ankles,
as he lay there on his back
staring up at the ceiling,
then at his big throbbing dick,
some of the covers drooping
onto the floor,
still a tangled lively akimbo mess
of covers, as he explored his
tangled nest of pubic hair
with one hand, and tugged
on his big thick dick with the other hand,
the moment of orgasm approaching
any time now, he's
kicking away the last of
the covers from his ankles,
wriggling his toes,
and now spurting cum
and spurting cum and spurting
yet more cum
onto his sexy naked chest
and onto his sexy naked belly,
then, all done spurting
cum for now,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
lies there on his back
caressing his dick,
his chest and belly glazed
with blobs of slimy slick goo,
the bedcovers wriggling
and squiggling, insinuating
themselves back over his
ankles and creeping up
his legs, toward the scent,
toward the action,
as he lies there willingly,
and lets them overtake
him once again, lets them
envelope him in
that nice big akimbo nest,
welcomes their attention
as they paw him and pat him
and soak up his most-recent
hot, fresh, and gooey mess.


--Carl Miller Daniels (November 21, 2013)