romantic towel rack

sure, the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
had heard that it was
possible to resist all kinds of urges--
sexual urges as well as other kinds
of urges, too. but
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
didn't see the point in resisting.
"why fight it," the sexy naked
big-dicked teenage boy
thought,
as he stood facing
his big bedroom mirror,
masturbating, smoking, drinking,
and eating, yes all at the same
time, yes, "why fight it,"
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
thought, as he stood
all sexy and sexed up
smoking drinking eating
jerking off
in front of the big
full-length mirror that was mounted on
the back of his bedroom door, and
watched himself do all of that,
watched himself
smoke, and watched
himself eat, and watched
himself drink, and watched
himself masturbate
and all that going on
at once, a jumble of
hands and lips and
tongue and dick
and at the moment
when everything just
felt right, everything just
felt so darn good, that's
when
he started spurting cum,
and it went all over the mirror,
and, as it dripped
down the surface of the mirror,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
studied the reflection of
his cigarette and of his
bottle of booze and of
his mouthful of potato chips
and of his big cum-drippy
dick and then
he blinked, and suddenly realized
he wanted
a pizza. "what do ya want
on it?" said the guy on
the phone. "everything," said
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"if you got it,
then i want it."
the guy on the phone laughed
kinda nervously.
"everything? pineapple, and fishies,
too? seriously?" said the guy on the phone.
"seriously," said
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
he ended the call,
wiped the mirror clean,
put on jeans and t-shirt.
if the delivery guy was cute,
he'd invite him in.
maybe they could share.


--Carl Miller Daniels (February 20, 2015)