Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 14:36:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BALLAD OF JOHNNY SMITH
This poem is pure doggerel. It's based on a hetero poem I wrote sometime
ago. It does involve explicit gay sex, so if you are offended by such
stuff or are too young to read it legally, please go away. Otherwise have
fun with it. It's the musings alternately of Johnny and and his partner,
Rich, with some comments from the author at the end.
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THE BALLARD OF JOHNNY SMITH
by Macout Mann
I got a yen
That's unfulfilled,
So I take a walk
Straight up the hill.
I see him comin'
Up the row;
His shirt's unbuttoned,
His jeans slung low.
I got a tinglin'
Down in my pants.
You bet your ass
I aint got ants.
His hair is wavy;
His eyes are blue.
Sexiest bastard
I ever knew.
I pass by
Some good lookin' chicks,
But I don't fall
For any o' their tricks.
I got a tight ass;
He's got a nice tool.
Getting' together
Is some kinda cool
The afternoon sun
Warms my skin,
Heats up my groin,
And makes me grin.
He trots up the steps
Cocky as you please,
A bulge in the crotch
Of his tight dungarees.
I knock on the door;
I'm in a real sweat,
Anticipatin'
Lovin' up my pet.
I open the door;
He walks right in
And kicks it shut
With a hot-to-go grin.
He says, "Hi ya, Johnny,
Whatcha been doin'?"
"Workin' like hell
And thinkin' of screwin'."
"I been aching
For you all day."
"Well buddy I'm here
So what d'ya say?"
He peels off my shirt;
I peel off his.
All I'm wantin' is
To drink his jizz.
I feel him up;
He feels up me.
Shit, just feel
The 'lectricity.
Through the worn denim
I can feel his pud.
Sure as shit he's
A mo'fuckin' stud.
He unlooses
My dungaree fly.
I peel `em off
Do or die.
Nothin' but skin
Under his jeans:
Tan legs and body,
White meat between.
I love my bod,
And he does too.
He stares at me,
Just itching to screw.
He grins at me;
Watches me gape
At his tough, hard muscles
And his tall T shape.
He strips off,
Gets naked as me.
His dick stickin' out
Like the limb of a tree.
He pulls me close
And pushes me down
On the cum-stained couch.
We're goin' to town.
Nosin' my pit
He smells a real man,
Who works in the sun
And sweats all he can.
Fucker gives me
Not a bit of respect;
I don't give a shit,
If we can connect.
My dick is growin,'
No longer a worm.
I pinch his nipples.
They're hard and firm.
On top of me
His bod is pressed,
His dick `gainst my gut,
His lips on my chest.
I nibble his tits;
I tongue his ear.
Feels fuckin' good
To play like a queer.
I grab his dick
And give it a squeeze.
He leaks pre-cum;
I taste it with ease.
His hand on my tool
Feels so good.
He starts to jack it
Like I knew he would.
I love to mess
With his big, long cock,
'Specially when
It's hard like a rock.
I gotta have
More space to play.
A bed's the place
Where dudes oughta lay.
He picks me up
And takes me back;
Then throws me down
In my very own sack.
Right now he begins
To lick my bod,
Using his tongue
Like a sexy prod.
I know he loves it
When I suck on a pec.
He reaches over
And rubs my neck.
He kisses my abs;
I make 'em flex.
Fuckin' soon
I gotta have sex.
I take his dick
Between my lips,
And with my hands
I grab his hips.
I thrust my hips
To fuck his face,
But then lay back.
Lettin' him set the pace.
He's got eight inches
Of hot, thick cock.
I sure can tell
He's hot to trot.
I grab his ass
And finger fuck.
He's still got my dick
To lick and suck.
His sexy blond fuzz
Forms a treasure trail
From chest to pubes.
He's one hot male.
My warm spit covers
His pink rosebud;
Gettin' it ready
Heats up my blood.
My ass is ready
For his hard, moist tool.
It's all cleaned out;
I aint no fool.
Yeah, my juice is
Flowin' hot and thick;
He'll soon feel it
Shootin' outa my dick.
I'm on my back,
Legs up in the air;
I watch the passion
In his lustful glare.
I ram my dick
Straight up his hole;
He don't even wince,
As he takes my pole.
Nothin' feels better
Than a dick up your ass,
And Johnny's a fucker
That shoves it with class.
I lay still
For a minute or two,
Savorin' his warmth
Before startin' to screw.
He can be tender
When he starts to fuck ass;
But rough as a mother
When he starts to pound fast.
Up and down,
In and out,
I'm a fuckin' machine.
All primed to spout.
This motherfucker
Can sure satisfy;
He's a goddamned pro,
And that's no lie.
One, two, three,
Four, five, six.
You can bet your ass
I'm gettin' my kicks.
As he gets down
To the last short strokes,
He'll blow sure as hell
With one deep poke.
Drivin' up his ass,
Droppin' my load,
He'll know for sure
That he's been rode.
He cums in me;
I can feel the gush.
He's shot his wad,
And is it lush!
I watch his face,
See nothing but joy;
This dude knows a dick's
Just a big fuckin' toy.
He plops right down
Onto my chest;
He's gotta know
Whose ass is best.
I roll over
And lie real still,
Gotta come down
From my big-assed thrill.
I lick the gunk
Right off his dick;
It lays there soft
And warm and slick.
I pull him close;
He kisses me
Bodies pressed together
From neck to knee.
I rub his back;
It's smooth and firm.
My ass is drippin'
His hot, virile sperm.
Sometimes I'll suck `em
If I'm in the mood.
Right now I aint up
For no creamy food.
I'm on a high
Just rubbin' him down,
But I need to get
Back down to the ground.
Love the feelin'
Of his hands on my bod.
And soon enough
He'll be rubbin' my rod.
His dick's a'twichin';
I can feel it grow.
Son-of-a-bitch,
He's ready to go!
Aint nothin' feels better
Than a hot second screw.
Doggie style this time
I ram my shaft through.
He plunges his dick
Where I want it to go.
And I know damn well
He's goanna go slow.
The second go `round
I can make it last
As long as I want,
Before I blast.
He slips in and out.
Man, I'm in luck.
This boy's big prong
Was just made to fuck.
I remember
How we first met:
He stopped to ask
For a cigarette.
I told him "sure,"
But I had a gun
And was on the street
Looking for fun.
I reached down
And clawed my cock.
The way he replied
Was a half-assed mock:
"I gotta admit
That you're direct.
Wonder what you do
When your thing's erect?"
"I got eight inches.
You can have it all,
If yer hole can stretch,
And you wanna play ball."
We went off to
This same little place.
I fucked his ass;
I fucked his face.
Gotta love his pubes
Scratchin' my butt
Each time he goes in.
God, I'm a slut.
His dick in my ass
Feels heavenly good.
Feels even better
When he grabs my pud.
His doin' that
Sure makes me shoot;
Ropes of cream
Flow outa my root.
My cum is drippin'
Off his sexy chest.
My finger scoops it up;
It sure tastes the best.
So if you think
This shit aint great,
You need to get
Your head on straight.
No regrets for
A damned thing I do.
I live and breathe
To suck and screw.
My dick decides
The time has come
To dose his tube
With more hot cum
He changes pace,
Shortens his strokes,
Gets more excited,
Speeds up his pokes.
Man, oh man,
My shaft can't wait;
It fuckin' explodes,
And it sure feels great!
He could tear my ass
With that fuckin' pole,
If he'd always leave
That much cum in my hole
I pull out my rod;
He licks me once more:
Loves to eat my dick
Each time I score.
I spoon with him,
My arms on his chest;
We're both so relaxed,
I'm ready to rest.
Myself I've finished
What I came to do;
Might as well head out
And look for some new.
He starts to get up.
Shit! I want him to stay.
"You aint goin?"
I hear myself say.
"Some guys from work
Are playin' poker tonight.
I told `em I join in
So don't get uptight."
"Fuck, I was hopin'
You'd sleep with me,
Let me suck you off,
Have a real fuckin' spree."
"Maybe next time,
Buddy boy.
You can always play
With my fuckin' toy."
He pulls on his jeans;
Don't button his shirt.
Walks out of the door,
Leavin' me feelin' hurt.
I fucked him once;
I fucked him twice.
I'll fuck somebody
Every day of my life.
Johnny Smith leaves Rich
Naked in bed.
He fucked him twice
Just like he said.
Now on the street,
He's lookin' to score,
Keepin' his dick
Ready for more.
Maybe a virgin
Will happen along.
He loves cherry boys,
And they like his dong.
Some folks will say
That guys like him
Oughta roast in hell
For the devil to rim,
But Johnny's never found
A dude he's fucked,
That wasn't happy
To suck or be fucked.
And that's the ballad
Of Johnny Smith.
Maybe he's a dude
You'd like to get with.
Copyright 2013 by Macdout Mann. All rights reserved