Between Me and the Sun
Whiskey Dream
I cain’t believe this’s really happenin’. Got a be a dream. All I wanted was ta feel his hand on my pecker just once while I wrang it out under the blanket. Hopin’ so hard he wouldn’t wake up. Knowin’ the risk I took. Thought he’d whup me for sure when he jumped up all growly, but he just kind a squinted at me, all sleepy-like, and dumbass me tried ta kiss ‘im. He didn’t want none a that and that’s fer sure. Slung me down ta the ground. I’d bet real money he ain’t never done this before, but shit, it ain’t hard ta figger out. I just cain’t believe he’s really yankin’ my Lee Riders and my drawers down like he means business. Most I hoped for was a few sweaty strokes in the dark and actin’ like it never happened in the mornin’, but damned if he ain’t pokin’ at me, tryin’ ta git his pecker in with nuthin’ but spit for grease. Fuck! Sweet Jesus! Feels like a Brahma bull done busted down my gate. And he ain’t payin’ no mind, hangin’ on ta the tail a my shirt like reins, ridin’ hard for pure pleasure of it, and Lord don’t I know how good it feels ta shove your hard meat in ta somethin’ so tight. If he’d just reach under me and touch me, I know I’d go off like a fuckin’ cannon. Balls’re so tight they ache. Still cain’t believe it’s happenin’. Down on my face, I can reach my dick and his feels so good slidin’ in ta me. Shit! I think he just came. One more, Ennis. Just one more poke, and I’ll sing hallelujah. Oh, God yes! “Gun’s goin’ off!”