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Backwoods Reflections - 5. The Preacher's Kid

Celebration of National Poetry Month should not end without recognition of the unrefined contributions of the common man - the oral folklore of cowboys, sailor boys, backwoods boys, drunk frat boys, and other members of the hoi polloi. These are the rollicking, ribald poems - the bawdy ones more likely to be heard in public houses than in college classrooms - poems such as this one.

** This poem contains sexual contact between consenting minors **

 

The Preacher's Kid

 

Naked, I lay on the bank of the creek,

The moment for which I had waited all week;

I spit on my hand and then grasped my hard pole,

And slowly advanced on my usual goal.

 

I always felt guilty, because I'd been warned,

Masturbation was sinful, advice that I scorned –

But shame was still there, well-embedded inside,

And I couldn't shake it, as hard as I tried.

 

Today I was planning to sin even more,

I'd stolen a dildo from Bart's General Store –

A sin in itself, but I had a firm goal:

To get myself off with a shaft in my hole.

 

Between my raised legs, I positioned it right,

Rotating it gently, it slid out of sight;

I buried it deep, some eight inches inside,

But it wouldn't stay there, whatever I tried.

 

Focused too much on the effort at hand,

I missed the soft noises, the steps in the sand,

Until I looked up, and to my chagrin –

Rusty stood there wearing only a grin.

 

Between my spread legs, Rusty dropped to his knees,

He reached for the dildo with insolent ease,

Twisting it slowly, he gave me a wink;

"It feels so much better with help, don't you think?"

 

With a moronic smile, I just nodded my head;

"Lie back and enjoy it," was what he now said,

"And I'll stroke your cock, if it's okay with you;

I think you'll be certain that feels better too."

 

As Rusty took charge, I lay back with a sigh,

Lost in the feelings produced by this guy,

Nothing had ever felt so good to me,

If this was a sin, then a sinner I'd be.

 

Relaxed, with both hands I now covered my face,

And let my mind wander quite freely in space;

My arousal was growing, but not very fast,

I wondered how long I'd be able to last.

 

The dildo slid out and then slid back inside,

Leaning up on my elbows, my eyes opened wide;

The plug was now tossed to one side on the grass,

And Rusty's hard cock was balls-deep in my ass.

 

I looked up at Rusty with shock on my face,

His pole moved inside at a slow, steady pace;

The smirk on his face told me I had been conned,

I struggled to think of how I should respond.

 

"Don't do this to me!" were the words in my head,

But those that emerged were quite different instead,

"Oh, shit, that feels good," I exclaimed with a grin,

As the pattern continued - slide out and thrust in.

 

It didn't take too long for me to decide,

Which of the objects I wanted inside;

The hard rubber dildo had lost its allure,

Rusty's smooth boner felt better for sure.

 

As Rusty thrust harder and faster, I knew

That he wasn't gonna help me get off too;

I clutched at the grass and then let out a scream,

As he pushed in firmly and filled me with cream.

 

"That wasn't fair," I said, when he was done;

"You could have at least helped me share in the fun."

Rusty just laughed, "It's all part of the game;

"If you didn't get off, it's not me you should blame."

 

I watched as he slowly extracted his cock,

The boner that once had been hard as a rock

Now hung somewhat lifeless, its mission complete,

Rusty smirked once again as he stood at my feet.

 

"I have to admit, I had really good luck –

Finding you out here all set up to fuck;

When you get home, tell the preacher from me,

That you are the best lay there ever could be."

 

That evening, my father asked, "How was your day?"

I hope, by the creek, that you found time to pray."

"Oh, yes, for forgiveness," I had to admit,

"In advance, for the sins that I'm gonna commit."

 

There was surely no doubt - I was destined for hell,

But the funny thing was, if the truth I did tell,

I decided 'till then, I would just have a ball,

And when the time came, simply let the chips fall.

Copyright © 2023 Backwoods Boy; All Rights Reserved.
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1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Oh, oh -- I'm lucky enough to know there's already one more of this series ready to go, and it's hot, hot, hot 😈 Anyone fancy plunging into a swimming hole?

I have mad love for @Backwoods Boy's skill with metre and rhyme 

LOL!  The referenced poem needs a little refinement, perhaps, before it's published.

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14 minutes ago, Backwoods Boy said:

LOL!  The referenced poem needs a little refinement, perhaps, before it's published.

Nothing wrong with raw, eh, BB? ;)

(I know. I'm wicked, but I just can't help it)

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14 minutes ago, ReaderPaul said:

So, @Backwoods Boy -- instead of high-brow or low-brow, you go for all-brow?

I enjoyed this poetry set.

Thanks for reading, Paul.  Maybe I went for "raised-brow" 😈

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51 minutes ago, Dan South said:

I chose to laugh as a response so I have to comment share love ❤️

Thanks, Dan.  I've been in that situation too.  I'm glad you chose laughter as the response, as that was my primary objective :thumbup:

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I enjoyed this poem immensely. They often say preacher’s kids have the most fun of all. This could be sent up as Exhibit A. Thank you for this! 

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35 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

I enjoyed this poem immensely. They often say preacher’s kids have the most fun of all. This could be sent up as Exhibit A. Thank you for this! 

I'm glad you found the poem enjoyable, Parker.  I suggest that, at the age of rebellion, preacher's kids have the most to rebel against.

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This is wonderful. Both the husband and I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you for writing this.

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36 minutes ago, WolfM said:

This is wonderful. Both the husband and I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you for writing this.

Thanks Wolf, I'm glad you both enjoyed it.

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17 minutes ago, Geron Kees said:

You never fail to please, my friend! I was in the mood for a smile, too! Thanks! :)

 

Thank you, Geron.  I'm pleased that it made you smile as that was my intent :) 

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