Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 14:36:56 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann 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. I'd love your reaction. Contact me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. And I'd love for you to join the happy group of donors to nifty.org. It's your contributions that keep this site available. 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