by Carl Miller Daniels
knuckles crackling and toes tingling,
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
lifted a big bale of hay from a stack in the barn
and tossed that bale of hay against the wall.
it hit with a thud and fell onto the floor.
“not bad,” the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
said quietly to himself, for he had been trying
to see how high on the wall he could toss the hay bale,
and, when it hit a spot 12 feet above the floor, he was glad.
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy liked
feats of strength, and, when he did good, he
felt strong, powerful, extraordinarily male,
and sexually wonderful. a young sex machine,
just zoomed up and primed right to fuck
just about anything he wanted to.
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
was sweating. it was a hot summer night.
in fact, it was nearly midnight.
he was taking a chance being
here at the barn at this hour, naked,
but, well, his parents knew he
had projects going on in the barn
nearly all the time, and weren’t too
surprised when he left the house
and went down there to the barn
at all hours.
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
picked up another bale of hay, lifted it
over his shoulders, and threw it
up against the wall. it hit 12 feet up,
almost exactly where the other hay bale
had hit. “dang,” he said. “if this is
ever an olympic event, i’ll do real good.”
he was sweaty all over. he could feel
the sweat dripping off his balls.
his pubic hair was wet.
the tip of his dick felt cool
from the sweat that ran onto it,
and then dripped off. it began
to rain. it thudded against
the tin roof.
god,
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
loved being out here in the barn, in
the rain. his big dick got instantly
hard, he could almost hear the “sproinnng” sound of
his dick as it sprung to fully-erect, just like that.
the rain pounded on the roof of the barn
and he stood there pumping his big hard dick.
he was standing near the wall.
the thunder went boom.
he started spurting cum.
the first blob of cum hit the wall, 12 feet up.
the second blob, not so high,
but, dern close.
after he spurted the last little
droplet, which in fact just
dribbled onto his toes,
the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy
stood there like a wild-eyed maniac,
and thought everything through,
right to the scent of ozone,
the plight of the lonely spaghetti,
heaped high with a stringy yellow mass
of steaming parmesan cheese.