I posted this poem a while back -- It's poem number 11 in my John-Boy Walton fantasy series.  Sharing the poem again now.  Enjoy!😊

 

 

 

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 11)



Dear Carl,

Last night when you walked into my dorm room,
the first thing you said got me aroused,
and made me laugh, too. You said, "So,
John-Boy, are you ready for a good
ole-fashioned nipple lickin'?"
Well, my penis got hard immediately,
I took off all my clothes while
you were taking off all your
clothes, and your penis
was already throbbing and engorged,
too, just like mine.  I lay
down on my bed on my back, and   
you started in on me. Carl,
you were enthusiastic about
everything about licking
my tiny little nipples.
You licked first the left
one, you spent about 5 minutes
on that one, then you licked
the right one, you spent
about 5 minutes on that one,
and my penis was hard the entire
time, my penis stayed thick, turgid,
engorged and throbbing, but
I didn't ejaculate. I was in fact
starting to doubt that it was
possible to ejaculate
just by having my nipples
licked. There were
a couple times I was tempted
and reached down toward my
dick to start masturbating while
you were licking my nipples,
but you forbid it. "No you
don't!" you said to me, "Keep
those hands off that great
big beautiful dick!"
And then the fervor of
the nipple-licking intensified,
you moved rapidly from
my left to my right nipple,
then back again, left,
right, left,
right, licking and slobbering,
my tiny little nipples were
soaking with your
saliva, both my hands were
now behind my neck,
and I lay there ecstatic
as you licked and licked,
and then, Carl, it was
you who started spurting semen!
I was the one getting
my nipples licked, and it
turns out you started
ejaculating before I did.
And, yes indeed, as we
both know, I did indeed
ejaculate. I think the tipping
point was actually seeing
you spurting all that semen,
the smell of your semen,
the way it wetted my
belly and the heady musky scent it
gave off as you leaned
over me and ejaculated.
Your dick just started spurting semen,
all by itself! I guess you
were just having such
a good time licking
my nipples (they
are beautiful little things,
aren't they??) and you were
so aroused by the feel
of their tiny tips on
your eager tongue, that you
just started ejaculating,
without me touching your
dick, without you touching
your dick, you just
started spurting big gooey
gobs of semen.
And then,
oh yes, I ejaculated too! And did I ever
ejaculate! Of course I don't
think it's possible for me
to ejaculate an entire
gallon of semen during
a single orgasm, but,
Carl, it sure felt that way!
I just kept spurting semen,
and spurting semen,
and spurting yet more semen.
Carl, my orgasm was so
intense that I could
actually feel it in my nipples,
and in my toes, and in
my anus, and in every single vibrating
cell of my penis and testicles.
Lordie, Carl, what an orgasm!
So.
Now we know. It is indeed
possible for me to have
an orgasm just from having my
nipples licked.
And, of course, so are you!
After I had my nipple-licked
orgasm, and after you'd
had time to recover from
the orgasm you had while you were
licking my nipples, it was
your turn to get your own
nipples experimented
on. Carl, you rascal,
you lay there on your back
while I licked your nipples,
for only about two minutes!
And then you spurted like a geyser.
Your semen gushed out of
your big erect penis and
soaked your belly
and chest and dribbled into
your pubic hair, and then you lay
there on your back, grinning
calmly. "Well, that was
fun," you said. "What's next?"
Carl, I love that we
left the matter under discussion,
and I look forward to the
next time you're in my
bed in my dorm room,
both of us naked, and beautiful,
and, hopefully, ready to
make some decisions.
Until next time,
 
Your friend and lover,
John-Boy Walton
May 1, 1936