- Erotic Poetry
- little boy
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
little boy
diddling yourself as i type at you
fiddling yourself in your parents' house --
piddling your life away in fantasy.
furtively glance at the bedroom door;
did mother hear the moan that escaped your lips?
did she notice your smirk when she asked for your laundry?
will she think less of you if you ejaculate all over the bedspread... again.
you're a child playing at being a man,
thinking that cum makes an adult of you,
thinking there's nothing wrong with living in fantasy --
if you only knew how far you still have to go...
sit in the dark, little boy;
pray it shadows your "sin" from kith and kin.
worry about the implications of "fornicating" --
guilt yourself into a dichotomy to hide your shame.
that girl you met --
the "real" one, not me --
will she think less of you when she learns what you do
in the privacy of your room, when only i'm around?
and what of me?
was i ever more than a means to your end?
did you ever once think of my soul,
or was i simply a fantasy, too?
