Them Country Boys
I’ve been dreaming about
them days he use to come by
in his old ford pick up with them huge tires
I just sat there on the porch eatin peaches
in cutoff shorts
cause I knew he was gonna ask me to take a drive
and of course I say yes
He would turn the radio to one of them old country stations
and pull me close to’em.
One hand on the wheel
and one in my shorts
I just close my eyes
and let’em do what he wanted
kinda liked it.
Then he would take his wet hand outta my shorts fast like
and then unzip his pants
He was hard as ah rock
He would then grab me by the hair and force my face down into his lap
I enjoyed my mouth bein fulla him
Soon he would turn off the road like he always did
stop the truck and
pull me up by the hair
and made me give him the longest kiss.
We’d head down by Acworth lake
and lay on the blanket in the tall grass drinkin homemade wine.
I would just glare up at the stars
drunk and naked
his head between my legs
his tongue use to get me so wet
My heart beatin so fast
I felt the southern breeze all over my body.
He’d climbed on top of me
and push so far in
I thought I could feel’em in my throat
I just moan and digg my nails into his back.I begged him not to stop
I would wrap my shaking legs round his waist and he kissed me so passionate like.
I would orgasm and climax so hard.
It was the best thing closed to heaven I’d imagine.
We’d lay on that blanket for hours
He was so simple and country
like the south
I was so happy and peaceful
then when I was with’em
Those were some of the best days of my life