The Blackberry Patch
 (Poem)
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2022 by the author)

Edited by: Michael

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For several generations, various versions of a bawdy, straight poem with this or a similar title have circulated - handwritten, typed on ancient machines, and now found online. Narrated from the perspective of a horny, willing female, it vividly describes an erotic, first-time experience.

It seemed that a gay version might be in order - a timeless, over-the-top variation - an eager, adolescent male's first-time experience with an older boy.

Readers should keep in mind that, like the original poem, sexual activity which is considered unwise in modern times occurs. Interested adults should find it entertaining. Adolescents might think of it as an instruction manual. It's not.

So, here is Zack's report of his first time...

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My last birthday party was held at the park,

My friends had gone home, and it soon would be dark;

I wandered on over to the blackberry patch,

For my hunger, a handful of berries to snatch.

In the swimming pool, only two boys were still there -

Rusty and Ben were an athletic pair;

They were laughing and splashing and horsing around,

'Til they got out to wrestle on more solid ground.

On a dare, they had both left their shorts near the pool,

From each of them hung a magnificent tool;

As they faced off to wrestle, it was not hard to know,

That they would provide an unusual show.

For the next several minutes, they grappled and fought -

Both getting hard from the pleasure it brought;

Tanned sixteen-year-olds having sensual fun -

When Ben pinned Rusty, I thought they were done.

Dispelling my innocence didn't take long,

I found out quite quickly that I had been wrong;

I stared in surprise as Ben spit on his pole,

And then slid it into his buddy's boy-hole.

An adrenaline rush caused my woodie to pop;

Ben's piston-like thrusting proceeded nonstop;

For three or four minutes his pace rarely slowed,

'Til with one final thrust, he delivered his load.

They moved to the spinner and engaged in horseplay -

Sweaty and grass-stained, boldly looking my way;

They knew I'd been watching, but they didn't care,

In fact, that was probably part of the dare.

Discussing whatever they wanted to do,

A small disagreement began to ensue;

So Ben flipped a coin on a plan to agree -

Rusty went swimming, but Ben came towards me.

I had a short time to size up my allure,

I wanted to make an impression for sure;

I checked myself out to see what I could do

To motivate Ben to have sex with me too.

At five foot, one inch with a sturdy physique,

My unruly black hair was, well, casually chic;

The gold curb-link necklace was a gift I'd just got,

And my solid bare feet looked quite sexy, I thought.

My Levi's, still wet from a swim in the pool,

Fit snug and showed clearly my now-rigid tool;

The shrink-to-fit jeans were designed to ride low,

The better my hard abs and dark fuzz to show.

I reached down and opened a button or two,

And decided there wasn't much more I could do;

I checked myself over and smiled at the scene,

A seductive young hunk who had just turned thirteen.

With blond hair, blue eyes and a body for sports,

Ben was sweaty and wet and bereft of his shorts;

With a quick charming smile that made my knees weak,

He moved in behind me and nuzzled my cheek.

With strong arms around me, Ben fondled my chest,

Then moved his hands down on my smooth abs to rest;

With his thumbs in my waistband, he looked for my cock,

It popped out the top just as hard as a rock.

I unbuttoned my Levi's and Ben gripped my pole,

His other hand slid down my crack to my hole;
"I always knew, Zack," he said with a smile,

"That going commando would be just your style."

My knees nearly failed as he stroked my hard wood,

Which got even harder, it felt so damned good;

He toyed with my pucker, and I nearly died,

When he moistened a finger and slid it inside.

Ben played with my p-spot, massaging it well,

I squirmed with delight, it was hotter than hell;

With two fingers inside, I was quick to conclude,

That like his pal Rusty, I was gonna get screwed.

We both knew I wanted his pole up my ass,

So I took off my Levi's and dropped to the grass;

We grinned at each other, farm boys having fun,

In the last fading light of the warm summer sun.

I watched as Ben quickly dropped down on his knees,

Spit-slicking his boner with well-practiced ease;

And then he leaned over and gave me a kiss,

"Since it's your birthday, for you I've got this."

As I shivered with pleasure I couldn't disguise,

His long fingers fondled my sensitive thighs;

I spread them apart, and he dropped down between,

Prepared to deflower this eager young teen.

He paused at the entrance, I spread my legs wide,

And felt his hard cock sliding smoothly inside;

I groaned with excitement and looked up to see -

Ben's smiling face looking right back at me.

"I just popped your cherry," he said with a grin,

"But there's several more inches for me to put in;

I'm gonna make sure that you know what they're for."

And then with his pole he began to explore.

I clutched at the grass as Ben looked down with lust,

Driving deeper and deeper with each forward thrust;

It hurt just a little, I knew that it would,

But nothing had ever felt nearly this good.

It took Ben a while to get all the way in,

Now buried balls-deep, he looked down with a grin,

"When I'm done with you, Zack, I'm willing to bet,

This will be a birthday you'll never forget."

His pole slowly started to move inside me,

Creating sensations of pure ecstasy;

A slow steady rhythm to which he held fast,

Yet each stroke was not quite the same as the last.

Overcome with excitement I gazed at the sky,

It felt so damned good to get fucked by a guy;

This muscular stud who'd ignited my spark,

Was a present from heaven dropped into the park.

I groaned as Ben's cock found my button of joy,

He played with it like he had found a new toy;

His pole rubbed against it again and again,

'Til I couldn't tell what was pleasure or pain.

I clutched at Ben's back, leaving scratches for sure,

And wondered just how much more I could endure;

I looked up to see his self-satisfied grin,

At the sexual frenzy that he'd put me in.

My arousal increased, it was not hard to know,

That I was most certainly soon gonna blow;

I howled with excitement as jizz came to rest,

All over my abs and my muscular chest.

Ben took his time now, traversing the ledge,

That narrow projection so close to the edge;

It was quite easy for me to discern,

When he neared the point where there'd be no return.

Now driving in hard, Ben was ready to blow,

I felt his pole throb as cum started to flow;

My heart pounded fast, and I thought I might die,

Like being on drugs, but a natural high.

No holding back now, as much as he tried,

I screamed as I felt his sperm shooting inside;

For a moment I thought that my brain would explode,

From awareness that I had just taken Ben's load.

Perspiring, he dropped down on top of my chest,

Breathing hard, for a moment he took a quick rest;

Then, caressing my cheek, he looked into my eyes,

"My God, that was good, Zack, you're really a prize."

Ben's cock was still dripping as he pulled it out,

Of what he had done to me, there was no doubt;

Propped on my elbows, I grinned up with pride,

At the boy I'd let screw me and leave sperm inside.

I looked beyond Ben where a red-headed soul,

Stood in the dark grinning and stroking his pole;

It didn't take too long for me to discern -

Rusty was standing there waiting his turn.

I'll always remember that warm summer night,

The smell of blackberries, the brilliant moonlight,

The awesome experience that I had when -

Rusty and Ben took turns breaking me in.

Rev Posted: 03/31/2023