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***BIO*** Carl Miller Daniels is an OCD agoraphobe who flosses quite regularly. Quite frankly, he's a neurotic mess.  It's amazing he can even brush his teeth, let alone floss and massage his gums!
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the lunch special was a big juicy lightly grilled
portobello mushroom sandwich. he ordered it,
with a big glass of sprite, and wolfed everything
right down. he liked being young and sexy
and vegetarian. he liked it a lot. he
liked his way of being in the world.
there was no cheese on that sandwich, either.
cheese! ugh! he didn't like that stuff on his
food, and avoided it whenever possible. he
just didn't like eating animals or their parts
or their products.
so, after devouring the big juicy portobello mushroom
sandwich, he headed out into the sunlight,
felt it bathing his face and neck and
the top of his tousle-haired
head.  he took off his shirt, a long-sleeved
one, and, carrying it beside him, he
walked across the park wearing just
his jeans and his tennis shoes.
he looked at the butterflies that
seemed to be everywhere. he listened
to the birds singing. he reveled in
the sensation of the warm breeze
on his sexy naked back and chest.
he had sprouted quite the relentless hardon,
and it was pushing firmly and insistently
against the front of his trousers.  
people were noticing. he felt
embarrassed, and threatened. these
were not the people he would want
to see him with a hardon. there
were scary faces. he tied his
shirt around his waist, and hid
his big bulging cock as best
he could. then, moving deeper
into the park, and when he was
sure he was alone, he hung
his shirt over the branch of
a tree, unzipped
his pants, and jerked off.
when he was cumming, he ran his
tongue over and over the surface of
his lips, tasting the portobello
mushroom and the tangy sauce,
lemony, with capers.
then, an odd and eerie
sensation of being totally
alone swept over him. he zipped
up his pants, put on his shirt,
and hurried home, to
rooms full of living orchids, and
blooming and potted daffodils.
that was all, just the flowers,
and the pots, and the
watering cans; everything else
could just goddamn
wait.
Oct. 2009
126