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in anger and confusion and bewilderment
about the inescapable fact
that
everyone eventually dies,
the
sexy big-dicked teenage boy
went out to the woods, took off all
his clothes, sat down on a warm
smooth rock,
and drank a beer while contemplating
the situation.
the situation:
everyone dies.
it didn't make sense.
there was nothing that innately made
sense about it.
it just, was.
the way things are.
the way things work.
fooey on that.
the
sexy big-dicked teenage boy
sat naked on that rock
and drank another beer.
he had a nice thick raging hardon now,
and, as he drank his second beer,
he tugged gently on his big thick hard dick,
and explored, with great interest,
the smooth flared-out edges
of his purple-pink cockhead.
zowie, it felt great when
he touched his dick there, at the
edges of his cockhead.
he understood that the human dick
was full of nerves and nerve endings
so that it would feel good to
fuck so that people
would enjoy fucking
so that they could make
babies and the species
would survive, flourish, multiply.
that way LOTS of folks would
be born, live a while, and then, of
course, eventually die.
the
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
knew, of course, that you didn't
actually have to FUCK to have
a good time with your dick.
but a whole lot of people
chose fucking as the preferred
method of getting off.
at that moment,
the
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
gasped and moaned and licked his
lips and spurted
a whole bunch of thick
smelly gobs of hot gooey cum.
they went all over his chest
and belly, and he didn't
care about that, it just
felt so good, all that hot
gooey cum spurting
out of his dick.
it felt good feeling good.
it felt good spurting cum.
yet,
everyone on the planet, everyone,
eventually dies.
where was the sense in that?
dribbling cum,
he stood up,
looked at the sky,
and
shrugged.


--Carl Miller Daniels (March 29, 2014)