neo-freudian harp-playing

"i thank you for my great big cum-spurting dick," says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy, kneeling
at night beside his bed, in prayer.
and, as the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
prays, there on his knees beside his bed,
he tugs on his big thick dick, feels the
astonishing smoothness of its hot tight surface,
and, as the moment of orgasm arrives
and he spurts glob after glob of hot
gooey cum
onto the double-folded towel that he has draped
over the edge of his bed, so that all
his hot gooey freshly spurted cum goes right onto
the towel, and gets absorbed there,
and doesn't get on the bed, doesn't get
on the floor,
and in fact makes no mess at all,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
prays, "thank you for the miracle
of cum spurting, thank you for the miracle
of a big sloppy cum-spurting orgasm, and thank you
for my big beautiful dick, and, well, and i'll
say this as modestly as i can, thank you
that i turned out so sexy and so good-looking,
with a great body and a handsome face
and of course thank you thank you thank
you for my great big dick!  i've seen the
other boys naked in the school shower,
and i know i got a lot more than most
of them, a lot more. thank you for
my great big beautiful DICK!" then,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stands up, throws the smelly cum-upon towel
into the laundry basket,
and then he lies down naked
on his back on his bed, his legs
spread wide, his knees in the air,
a lovely breeze on his hot sweaty
balls, and on the hot cum-gooey
tip of his big smooth purple-pink
dickhead, and on the rim of
tight pink little asshole, too.
"amen," he whispers.
and then he giggles
so sweetly, so gently,
that you just want to grab him,
and
hug him, and while you're
hugging, you'll happen to
gently touch
him, well, you'll
touch him THERE,
and
THERE, and
good god knows, yeah,
you'll touch him
right THERE, too,
as he moves his
knees back and forth,
as if they're flirting with
each other, a couple
of times they very nearly
meet,
but,
then, as if
thinking better of it,
they back right off,
just fanning the air,
and stirring things
up.


--Carl Miller Daniels (November 15, 2014)