Carl Miller Daniels

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

the roller coaster physics of radiator dreams

the bender of the night before
was over, and had left
michael lying here on
his back, naked
in the middle of the forest,
on top of his
sleeping bag, which rested atop a soft bed of moss.
michael was young, sexy, good-looking, his big
dick semi-turgid as he lay there,
licking the inside of his mouth,
tasting the sour booziness
of the whiskey
and, oddly enough, sour cream?
all those potato chips, all that
dip?
beside michael lay his best friend, sean, on the
same wide-open spread-flat sleep bag that they
had shared during the night.
sean was also naked,
also sexy, big-dicked, really good-looking,
another faun lying sensuous and vulnerable
in the deep dark forest.
"sean?" said michael. "sean? you awake?"
sean stretched, rubbed his own pointy little
nipples, and, eventually, smiled.
"good morning, michael," said
sean. "we sure had fun, didn't we?"
sean added.
michael groaned. "if you call drinking
all night fun," said michael.
"that wasn't all we did last night, now was it?" said
sean. sean was gently massaging his
own balls now, carefully palpating them
through the thin, pink, delicate sac of skin
that contained them.
michael looked up between the pine branches
and the nest of pine needles and on up into the dawn sky.
it was sure pretty.
about 1000 memory cells suddenly went off
inside michael's boozy brain,
and michael, too, smiled.
"so we met our goal,
didn't we?" said michael. "we each came 8 times
last night, didn't we?" said michael. "you
and me--we, um,
helped each other out, and we met
our goal."
"oh we sure as hell did," said sean. "a record, too,"
he added, "our personal best."
it was indeed a record. each guy, michael
and sean, coming 8 times in one
night. yeppers, sean came 8 times. michael came
8 times. the methods
varied. the results, indisputable. 8 times each.
jerking each other off, jerking themselves
off, sucking each other off,
rubbing their dicks together, fucking
each other's butt holes, pulling out just in
time to be able to see the
cum spurt out. you had to actually
SEE the other guy's cum spurt out.
it was the rule of the night.
rigidly adhered to, even with
all the drinking. and so, yeppers,
they had each spurted cum on 8 separate
occasions during the evening,
as they consumed whiskey,
and potato chips, and sour cream dip.
"we sure had fun, didn't we?" said sean,
smiling like a maniac.
michael, too, smiled. "oh we sure did," said
michael, as the
dawn oozed gently over both him and sean,
as they lay naked, side by side,
and stared up at the
delicate network of
twigs and branches,
just after sunrise,
there in the morning mists
of the deep dark forest.
when a little bird began chirping
from the top of one of the trees,
michael and sean just lay there,
legs spread wide, their
beautiful bodies bare,
their nipples tingling with
the chill, and as they lay
there michael and sean listened
to the song of the little
bird as it greeted the morning sun,
a big golden orb not yet visible,
but everyone knew that soon
it would be.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

an innocent question

the big bag of jello in the barn
REALLY looked like it would be fun to fuck.
so, the good-looking sexy sex-crazed teenage boy
poked a hole in the plastic with his finger, unzipped
his pants,
and shoved his big hard smooth dick
into the sea of jello.
once his big entire dick
was totally inside the hole, he
began thrusting his hips forward,
until the
entire situation brought him to
a big gooey explosive orgasm.
the good-looking sexy sex-crazed teenage boy
couldn't see his spurting
cum as it flowed into the jello,
but he could
sure savor the sensation. after
he spurted the very last
drop, he
pulled out his dick, all warm and jello-coated,
and pushed
it with his fingertips
back inside his pants. then he
zipped up his pants, and put a little
patch of duct tape over the hole in the bag.
"shhhhh," he said to the big bag of jello.
"let's just keep this between you and me, okay?
i'll see ya tomorrow."
**
that night, he dreamed that
everyone he talked to liked him,
and wanted to get fucked by him.
**
in the morning, though,
he had to walk past the barn
that had the big bag of jello inside it.
on his way past, he
decided to go inside and
inspect the bag of jello to
make sure the tape was still in place,
to make sure the bag wasn't leaking
jello or anything. he wanted to make sure
the bag of jello
was okay. sure looked
okay to him. and
he was pleased to note that
there was a funny smell,
and a general aura of
sanctuary.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

a natural history for pre-washed jeans

one day, a sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
was alone, masturbating in the woods.
he was standing in front of a big oak
tree, looking at its bark.
he tugged on his dick and tugged
on his dick until he
spurted a big
load of hot cum onto the bark of the tree.
his cum clung there gelatinous
and gooey.
"spurting cum sure is fun," he said
in his nice deep voice.
**
his own voice made him think
of a low rumbling freight train,
the locomotive deep and powerful.
he had a great manly voice,
he had to admit it.
a nice deep masculine voice.
people noticed.
"my you've got a really nice deep
voice, especially for someone
so young." he
smiled whenever he heard that.
he was very good-looking, too.
sexy. wide-shoulders. great face.
nice, big dick.
yep,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
had been given quite a bunch of nice
gifties, and he was pretty happy
with how all that had turned out.
**
overhead, the oak leaves shimmered
in the breeze, and the
sky was the color of
peach flesh, ripped from
the pit. in fact, it looked like
sunset was about to happen,
and, along with that,
the pattern of lightning bugs,
speaking their own silent language
of light, and scent, and the secrets
of the night.
**
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
began to put on his clothes. he cleared
his throat, that low rumble again, then
a twist of his shoulder, as the
shirt found its fit.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)