Sweater Poem


Other than wearing nothing at all,
the sexiest thing that a
sexy young man can wear
is a sweater.  By that I mean,
just a sweater. No pants, no
underpants, no shirt, no
socks, no shoes.
Just a sweater.
The bottom of the sweater
rides right at the mid-point
of his thick sloppy bush
of pubic hair. His dick
and balls are totally
uncovered, they're just
hanging there underneath
the bottom rim of
his sweater, hanging there
all big
and pretty.  When he
lifts his arms, and puts
his hands on top of
his head, his sweater
rides up, and his full bush
of pubic hair is totally exposed,
wiry and thick above and all around his
his big free-swinging dick and his
nice hairy substantial balls. He
has a lovely belly button,
tight and small, with just a trickle
of wispy hair that runs from
the bottom of his belly
button to the top
of the thicket of
his dense nest of pubic hair.
Then, his hands
still on his head,
he turns around
so that you can look at
his smooth beautiful tight
little butt,
which is totally naked
and exposed. His sweater, which
rode up when he lifted his
arms and put his
hands on his head, now
covers none of his butt. He
parts his legs a little and
bends forward
so that you can see
the back of his scrotum, and,
jutting out in front of
that, you can peek at
the bottom of the shaft of his dick,
and the underside of
his smooth purple-pink dickhead. Then he
lowers his arms, stands
up tall again, closes
up his legs, and
turns back around, slowly
and gently,
to show off his front again
and now his dick is
erect and thick and just
beautiful and it is
jouncy with the excitement
of showing off his gorgeous body
which is totally naked
except for that warm snug sweater.
He looks great in just
that sweater, his big dick
hard, his balls pulled
up tight now beneath it,
his pubic hair thick
and soft and unkempt,
and both you and he
are totally aware of
just how hot and beautiful
everything is about this
situation in which he
is wearing only a
sweater and nothing
else. He stands there
grinning, lifts his
arms again, puts his
hands on the top
of his head again, his sweater rides
up to show his belly button
and suddenly he just starts
spurting cum, while
not even touching himself,
his hands are on
top of his head, he
just stands there
his dick jouncing and
spurting big gobs
of cum, and everything
about the everythingness
of the situation
is just so darn
sexy and sexual,
he stands there spurting
cum and spurting
more cum, you and he can
both hear the splats as his
cum splats onto the hard surface of
the clean shiny
floor. "Ooops," he says,
"Sorry about the mess."
"Not a problem," you
reply.
"No worries at all," you
assure him.
You both grin, he parts
his lips, shows his
teeth, they are
absolutely dazzling.


--Carl Miller Daniels (August 2, 2023)