Saturday, January 11, 2025

 

 

pencils down, time's up

it was a hot day.
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
was in the middle of
a grassy brushy field,
insects clicking and clacking
all around him, and,
for a moment, he
wondered why this place
turned him on so much,
what it was about it
that lured him here,
the wildness, the
unkemptness of it
all, as he pulled
down his pants and
his wild chaotic thatch
of dirty-blond pubic hair
practically went "sproing!" as
certain tightly wound strands
kind of unwound, stretching
and untwisting in
the freedom of the moment.
his big smooth dick was
already instantly hard, and he
tugged on it
as he felt the hot
breeze on each and
every strand of
his brushy thatch
of lightly oily and
musky-scented pubic hair,
and, when he spurted cum,
the grass and brushy
weeds were blowing
gently back and forth,
in all kinds of
varied directions,
so willy-nilly was the
hot summer wind,
as the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
stared down
at the chaos of his
own dirty-blond pubic hair,
and that last droplet
of cum, dripped from
the tip of his
tender young dick.


--Carl Miller Daniels (July 5, 2014)

 

  

 

 

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