No Two Dicks Are The Same (26 June 1996)

No two dicks are the same

Hell, mine’s not even the same one minute to the next

Sometimes shy and withdrawn

Sometimes bold and upstanding

Sometimes languid and full and ready to stir.

No two dicks are the same

Cut or covered

Straight or curved

Some cum buckets

Some but a gentle rain

Each one has his story

Each one has his man

Joy and sorrow

Laughter and pain

You never know what you’ve got

Even after they cum

Even after you’re clean

You can’t prevent change.

No two dicks are the same

Men at a distance can be safe and alluring

Men up close can overwhelm with sensations

Men who say no, in their eyes and their pose

Men who say no, in their lies and their prose

Men who won’t love you, no matter what you do.

No two dicks are the same

The first man to show me his, proud as can be

Was eight year old Michael, alone in apartment 3D

He lay on his bed with his legs spread apart

And pulled his balls up til they covered his cock

And he called it a turtle as the little dick head hid inside, and poked out of, the rounded ball sack

And then there was Tony at thirteen and fourteen

His dick was full grown

His balls hung free

His crotch had hair

I yearned so to lick the shaft of that dick, to suck it and suck it and make it all slick

But contented myself with the jerking we did

As we learned the first joys of cumming

And knew it was good.

Roger, dear Roger

All blond and assured

We sat side by side in the back of the class

My hard on was raging, but I never saw his

His dick was kept hidden,

His lusts went elsewhere,

While I stewed in my juices,

Content as can be

To have a good friend to play with and watch

While we went our own ways and never said why.

No two dicks are the same

Each morning I’d wake and find mine erect

Waiting to squirm and to spasm in bed

I’d wrap my hand round it and feel the sensations

At fourteen and fifteen and sixteen unsated

One morning my father walked into my room

Thinking I still slept, he entered in quiet

And found me laid bare with my dick hard and pulsing

The silence was deep as he realized his blunder

And blushing and stammering turned on his heel

While I paused but a beat and watched his reaction

And knew for the first time I had real power and strength

As I saw him retreat all red in the face

As I picked up the rhythm and knew I my heart

That we’d just become equals, at least for my part.

No two dicks are the same

I knew that right from the start

I’ve seen quite a lot

And I’ve held very many

I’ve known some quite well

And wished to know others

Each one has been different

Each one has been loved

I’ve seen them mature as I too have grown older

These men and their dicks,

They fill me with wonder,

They make the world sing.

No two dicks are the same.

-- Larry Wolf (1996)

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Two Mathematicians (17 June 1996)

Reading a story that isn’t mine

But could be

I too was good at math (but not until high school)

I too went to high school in New Rochelle and took math classes at a local college

I too went to Hampshire College but I didn’t have two boy friends at a time (or even one)

until grad school at UMass Amherst, down the road

I wonder if the author knows old friends of mine

Yes they are getting old those young upstarts who started Hampshire College some twenty five

plus years ago

I wondered if I hadn’t left some pages of my journal in a time warp

Only to find them again, edited by another and in print

Like the woman in Blade Runner who thought her thoughts were her own until learning that

she was a machine and the memories of childhood were implanted in her fabricated mind

We two had both failed in French

But then our paths more strongly divided

I could tell where the narrative was no longer my own

And breathed a sigh of relief

My life was my own again

My identity intact

My tale left for me to tell

Where he told of Galois, I would have told of Turing

An English mathematician, equally eccentric though not as flamboyant

Living in a differently violent time

Key to breaking the German naval codes

And then left to kill himself when his drive for sex with men brought him into court and

rather than follow in Wilde’s footsteps to jail, was placed in the kinder hands of a medical establishment that fed him hormones and precipitated his suicide.

But that’s a diversion from this tale

Of how I picked up a magazine and started reading a story called Two Mathematicians

And had flashbacks to my life when I was less than half my age

And learned (or relearned) some math history

And wondered about the boys and men I studied with and where we’ve come to.

And saw a reflection that caught me, surprised,

By words in print that I knew to be true.

-- Larry Wolf (1996)

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