Carl Miller Daniels: 2025

Hi! Posted below is my John-Boy Walton fantasy poem that appears at time mark 1:08:57 in the new DeepSNAKES video (https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=r4K5jF7U41A). Hope you enjoy the poem here, and that you also enjoy its presentation in the video.😊

Yes I've been fantasizing again...
What if it were the year 1936, and I,
Carl Miller Daniels, was a freshman at the same
university where John-Boy Walton
was also a freshman? You may
remember John-Boy Walton from
The Waltons tv series. John-Boy Walton
was sweet and sexy and very hot. If you need
a refresher, just watch some of the
old re-runs of The Waltons. I've been
doing a lot of that lately. And all that
watching got me thinking these kinds
of thoughts: I was thinking that
if it were 1936, and John-Boy Walton was
a freshman, and I was also a freshman at
the same university, and
we met, what might have happened.
John-Boy Walton is a writer. John-Boy
writes about all kinds of things,
things in his life that mattered to him
and touched him deeply.
Maybe he would have written
a letter to me. Maybe he would have
written lots of letters to me.
Maybe one of the letters
that he wrote to me would look
something like this one (see below).
I can just imagine...
Best wishes, Carl Miller Daniels

Dear Carl
(J-BW Epistolary Fantasy Poem 14)
This is the last letter that
John-Boy ever wrote to me.

Dear Carl,

When I went home last weekend, I
never really thought, had
barely even dared to dream, that
things would actually go the way
they did. I told
you that my brother Ben and I have
always been very close. He's so
sweet, and so beautiful. He's the
best-looking of all the guys
in the Walton family. Well,
Ben and I headed off on Saturday
morning to that spot in the woods
a couple miles from our house,
that secret spot where
Ben and I sometimes take
off all our clothes and
masturbate together. Well,
this time after we did that, after
we took off all our clothes and
masturbated, after we both
ejaculated like stud race horses,
Ben jumped on me and we
started wrestling. He had
me down on the ground, I
was on my back, he was
on top of me, and his
penis was pressed down
against my penis, and we
were both still fully erect,
and it was like there
was this electricity surging
between us, this unstoppable
force, and we started rubbing
our hard thick penises
together, and when we
ejaculated, Lordie, Carl,
you and I are good together,
true, but Ben and I had
never done this before, never
rubbed our dicks together,
never done anything
except watch each other
masturbate, maybe it was the
excitement of doing something
brand-new, something
that Ben and I had
never tried but had surely
thought about, well, Carl,
on that Saturday morning
with Ben on top of me,
when Ben and I ejaculated,
spurting our semen all
over each other's chests
and bellies, well, Carl,
you and I may be good
together, but that morning
it was clear to me that Ben and I
are great together. Then,
that night, Ben snuck into
my bedroom and climbed into
my bed with me, and we
must have each ejaculated
40 times that night. We
had orgasm after orgasm
after orgasm. We couldn't
keep our hands off of
each other, we
couldn't keep our dicks out
of each other's mouths,
our throbbing phalluses
were often wedged tight
in between each other's
butt cheeks, spurting
semen onto each other's
broad sweaty backs.
So, Carl, as I told
you yesterday, and
I wanted to take this
opportunity to make it
perfectly clear again,
what you and I had
has been wonderful,
the lust, and the
sexual adventures, sharing dozens,
perhaps hundreds, of
ejaculations,
and of course the friendship.
But, compared to what I now
realize that
Ben and I have, I don't
think that you and I were ever
actually in love.
In lust, yes, Carl, it's definitely
a big yes to you and me being
in lust. But, what Ben
and I have, what Ben
and I admitted that
he and I have always
had, is a love and
lust that transcends
anything we could ever
have with anyone
else. During our night
of 40 orgasms, Ben and I
swore to each other
that there would never
be anyone else for
either Ben or me.
We just feel right together.
Everything fits perfectly.
Heart, mind, soul, body.
Everything. So, Carl,
it is with a sadness
filled with fond memories
that I've decided that
you and I must now
be only friends, and,
if that is too painful
for either of us,
perhaps we will, again,
just become strangers to
each other.
I do hope our friendship
will endure, but, as I
sit here now thinking
of myself and my brother
Ben together, perhaps
living in our own
house, just Ben and me,
in the middle of the
woods somewhere, climbing
into bed with him every
night, touching his
smooth gorgeous skin, inhaling
the intoxicating aroma of his thick pubic
hair and sweaty scrotum, nuzzling
his shiny glans and
the thick gently curved
shaft of his ever-eager
phallus, I now realize that
my own biggest fantasy of
all, was Ben, Ben, Ben,
his big phallus pulsing between
my fingers, his fingertips
gently massaging my anus.
So, Carl, it's over
between you and me. I
am only capable of having
these kinds of feelings
for one person, and, I
now admit and fully embrace the
knowledge that the one person
that I truly, deeply, and
will ever love,
is Ben.

Your friend (hopefully),
John-Boy Walton
(Carl, once again I find myself sitting naked
at my desk alone in
my dorm room, I'm fondling my erect phallus, and
thinking of my love and my
lust for Ben, only Ben, as I write
this letter, one of many letters,
written to you during our Freshman Year,
1936, an erotic year of sensual memories, including
the sight of your and my
constantly erect phalluses and the
lingering scent of your
and my gushing and co-mingled semen.
Carl, I did love you in
my own fashion, and I did crave your body and
I will forever cherish those times
we had together.
But, alas, those times are over, a thing
of the rapidly fading past. Carl,
Ben is so sweet, so beautiful, what Ben
and I have is the
essence of perfect eroticism, and now, everything is
all so clear to me: my life is all about Ben,
and, in my heart of heart, I knew
all along that it always was.
Good night, Carl. Good night.)

Friday, January 3, 2025