Richard Thomas, aka John-Boy Walton

 

  

 

Yes I've been fantasizing again...
What if it were the year 1936, and I, 
Carl Miller Daniels, was a freshman at the same 
university where John-Boy Walton
was also a freshman? You may 
remember John-Boy Walton from
The Waltons tv series. John-Boy Walton 
was sweet and sexy and very hot. If you need
a refresher, just watch some of the
old re-runs of The Waltons. I've been
doing a lot of that lately. And all that 
watching got me thinking these kinds 
of thoughts: I was thinking that
if it were 1936, and John-Boy Walton was
a freshman, and I was also a freshman at
the same university, and
we met, what might have happened. 
John-Boy Walton is a writer. John-Boy
writes about all kinds of things,
things in his life that mattered to him
and touched him deeply.
Maybe he would have written 
a letter to me. Maybe he would have
written lots of letters to me.
Maybe one of the letters
that he wrote to me would look  
something like this one (see below). 
I can just imagine... 
Best wishes, Carl Miller Daniels
                 


Dear Carl
(J-BW Epistolary Fantasy Poem 3)

Dear Carl,

Lordie, it was great having
two orgasms last night. I loved
lying in my bed with you,
and, while you fondled
my big erect dick, I was fondling
your big erect dick, and
we did that a while until
we each had hot sensuous
orgasms, and we each spurted
big gooey gobs of semen
all over our naked sweaty
chests and bellies.
Then, Carl, as if that wasn't
enough joyful sex for one
night, you observed that
we were still both fully
erect, and so you
you climbed on top
of me, and started
rubbing your dick against
my dick, pushed your
tiny little nipples
up against my tiny little nipples,
pushed your sweaty
semen-spattered belly
down against my sweaty
semen-spattered belly,
and we kept rubbing
our thick smooth erect
dicks together until, Lordie, Carl,
we both ejaculated again!
All that semen! The smell,
that slimy primal manly slipperiness!
The thick heady musky aroma 
of all that semen,
two copious separate ejaculations 
worth of semen, and that
second eruption of semen that we
both experienced and enjoyed spurted within
just a few moments of our 
previous hot heavy ejaculations. And
us, two hot sweaty slender beautiful
sex-hungry young men,
lying in my bed in my 
dorm room, you on
top of me, our bellies
pressed together, practically
glued together by the thick sticky
semen pressed and oozing between our
chests and bellies, your phallus
and my phallus pulsing and throbbing
ecstatic in the slime-melded tangle
of our thick nests of pubic hair, our
big thick smooth man-staffs 
still pressed together, and two orgasms in
one night! It was
almost more joy
than I could stand, Carl.
Two orgasms in one
night. Two, Carl! Two! And both orgasms
so close together that
our dicks never even had time
to get soft before the
next orgasm happened. 
Two orgasms in one night!
Two! Carl,
that said, next time,
shall we aim for three?


Your friend and lover,
John-Boy Walton
April 16, 1936