Ducktail
__________________
“All I want out of school is me.”
_____________________
Hickie
Bulging Bildungsroman
Blue Velvet
Saturday Night Double-Feature
Stoic Republican Kid
Ducktail
____________________
Hickie
“Color floods to
the spot, dull purple”
—Sylvia Plath, Contusion
He bruised so easy—
The color of bruised fruit
A purple hickie tells all
I made him in the shower—
He let me do him all I wanted
Guileless young animal
My queer puffy lips—
They gave everything away
Who needed Botux back then?
Ronnie was so vain—
Like a peacock in a zoo
I couldn’t help but gawk
I really couldn’t help it—
I had these fat, ugly fag lips
That trembled all the time
Ronnie’s was vulnerable—
That garish purple blemish
On his uncut young dickhead
Bulging Bildungsroman
Butchy Mr. Bowie—
Gay gym teacher back then
In junior high school
Choosing Ronnie & me—
As the basket-boyz back
In the seventh grade
Little did I know—
What I’d get to see those
Dayz in the showers
We got outta class—
Early to shower so we
Could do the baskets
Ronnie was moody—
Then I soon found out why
His ten-inch boner!!!
It was simply huge—
A king kong cock on the kid
So manly & uncut!!!
“Jesus christ!” I said—
Let me get my fuckin’ lips
On that right away!!!
Blue Velvet
Greasy Elvis ducktail—
Bluejeans tight as foreskin
Pealing it down slow
Beneath blue velvet skies—
Stoic desires made themselves
Known and understood
No words anymore—
Except at the end when words
Became guttural utterances
Blue velvet Elvis portraits—
In dumpy cheap motel rooms
Remind me so much of him
Saturday Night Double-Feature
Coagulated cum—
Salty with teenage tears
The paleness of his body
I forget the movies—
At the 50-S Drive In but
Then I was kinda busy
I sucked him off—
The first wad so he’d
Take longer fuckin me
So laid back & easy—
Biting me on my neck
Calling me a little whore
Stoic Republican Kid
Everything tasted—
Like him, earthy and
Clotted with cum
Conservative cock—
Red State martyrdom
So silently squirting cum
Holding it back—
Making me realize how
Shy a str8t guy can be
Especially Ronnie—
Who liked getting off
But didn’t talk about it
Ducktail
His greased back ducktail—
His Elvis the Pelvis lips
He’d smoke after sex
He’d smirk or just shrug—
No matter how intense it
Was before & after
He was the first guy—
I ever knew who could
Make me totally dick-crazy
I savor his big wads—
All the way back home
And then I’d beat off
No more Sunday school—
No more doing any homework
I worshipped Ronnie instead
I sat thru classes bored now—
All I could do was think about
Cumly ambrosia of the godz
Uncut slutty angels—
Skanky uncut devil boy blues
I had it really bad for him
Despite all my masturbation—
I still had these awful wetdreams
All of them about Ronnie
One time I told him—
About my nocturnal emissions
He just smirked at me
He knew it was his fault—
Sometimes his cum oozed
Outta my erect nostrils
When he shot really hard—
Making me swallow it all and
It came outta me like snot
I felt the faggy shame—
And all that self-loathing
But I was addicted to dick
I was simply a cocksucker—
I’d always been a flaming fag
No need to butch it up, girl
Ronnie was rough-trade—
He could be hoodlum butch
Flexing his tight bluejeans hips
But he could be gentle too—
Taking his time getting it all
The way up my tight little ass
The girlz sensed his maleness—
They knew I was getting him off
They wanted some action too
It made me awfully jealous—
But most of them wouldn’t fuck
Or suck his demanding cock
We’d skip classes all the time—
Smoke some weed & get high
Then I’d get him off twice
The first time a quickie—
After a snort or two of coke
Suddenly blowing my brains out
Then a long dragged out—
Second time with enough jizz
To make his genealogy ache
He was a bad influence on me—
I couldn’t leave him alone and
His tight nutsac was so swollen
Jailbait romance is that way—
Unadulterated by stupid adults
Gimme that jizzy jouissance
__________________
“All I want out of school is me.”
_____________________
Hickie
Bulging Bildungsroman
Blue Velvet
Saturday Night Double-Feature
Stoic Republican Kid
Ducktail
____________________
Hickie
“Color floods to
the spot, dull purple”
—Sylvia Plath, Contusion
He bruised so easy—
The color of bruised fruit
A purple hickie tells all
I made him in the shower—
He let me do him all I wanted
Guileless young animal
My queer puffy lips—
They gave everything away
Who needed Botux back then?
Ronnie was so vain—
Like a peacock in a zoo
I couldn’t help but gawk
I really couldn’t help it—
I had these fat, ugly fag lips
That trembled all the time
Ronnie’s was vulnerable—
That garish purple blemish
On his uncut young dickhead
Bulging Bildungsroman
Butchy Mr. Bowie—
Gay gym teacher back then
In junior high school
Choosing Ronnie & me—
As the basket-boyz back
In the seventh grade
Little did I know—
What I’d get to see those
Dayz in the showers
We got outta class—
Early to shower so we
Could do the baskets
Ronnie was moody—
Then I soon found out why
His ten-inch boner!!!
It was simply huge—
A king kong cock on the kid
So manly & uncut!!!
“Jesus christ!” I said—
Let me get my fuckin’ lips
On that right away!!!
Blue Velvet
Greasy Elvis ducktail—
Bluejeans tight as foreskin
Pealing it down slow
Beneath blue velvet skies—
Stoic desires made themselves
Known and understood
No words anymore—
Except at the end when words
Became guttural utterances
Blue velvet Elvis portraits—
In dumpy cheap motel rooms
Remind me so much of him
Saturday Night Double-Feature
Coagulated cum—
Salty with teenage tears
The paleness of his body
I forget the movies—
At the 50-S Drive In but
Then I was kinda busy
I sucked him off—
The first wad so he’d
Take longer fuckin me
So laid back & easy—
Biting me on my neck
Calling me a little whore
Stoic Republican Kid
Everything tasted—
Like him, earthy and
Clotted with cum
Conservative cock—
Red State martyrdom
So silently squirting cum
Holding it back—
Making me realize how
Shy a str8t guy can be
Especially Ronnie—
Who liked getting off
But didn’t talk about it
Ducktail
His greased back ducktail—
His Elvis the Pelvis lips
He’d smoke after sex
He’d smirk or just shrug—
No matter how intense it
Was before & after
He was the first guy—
I ever knew who could
Make me totally dick-crazy
I savor his big wads—
All the way back home
And then I’d beat off
No more Sunday school—
No more doing any homework
I worshipped Ronnie instead
I sat thru classes bored now—
All I could do was think about
Cumly ambrosia of the godz
Uncut slutty angels—
Skanky uncut devil boy blues
I had it really bad for him
Despite all my masturbation—
I still had these awful wetdreams
All of them about Ronnie
One time I told him—
About my nocturnal emissions
He just smirked at me
He knew it was his fault—
Sometimes his cum oozed
Outta my erect nostrils
When he shot really hard—
Making me swallow it all and
It came outta me like snot
I felt the faggy shame—
And all that self-loathing
But I was addicted to dick
I was simply a cocksucker—
I’d always been a flaming fag
No need to butch it up, girl
Ronnie was rough-trade—
He could be hoodlum butch
Flexing his tight bluejeans hips
But he could be gentle too—
Taking his time getting it all
The way up my tight little ass
The girlz sensed his maleness—
They knew I was getting him off
They wanted some action too
It made me awfully jealous—
But most of them wouldn’t fuck
Or suck his demanding cock
We’d skip classes all the time—
Smoke some weed & get high
Then I’d get him off twice
The first time a quickie—
After a snort or two of coke
Suddenly blowing my brains out
Then a long dragged out—
Second time with enough jizz
To make his genealogy ache
He was a bad influence on me—
I couldn’t leave him alone and
His tight nutsac was so swollen
Jailbait romance is that way—
Unadulterated by stupid adults
Gimme that jizzy jouissance
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