Parkside Delivery

Sultry Slut

Sultry…

The word was banging around in his head ever so seductively. It was a word that his mother would use to describe a type of summer weather.

Sexy….slutty….smutty…

These were the words his mother would use to describe a new dress, some girl she had just seen passing on Main Street or even his father's men’s magazines.

She would use those words interchangeably, to describe any and all of the above, so Tony never made any differentiation between those concepts as a teenager.

Silky…shiny…sheer…

He had always imagined his ideal woman in a thin gauze-y slip, Rita Hayward sauntering along the hallway at his home. She would be going down into their basement playroom for a quick martini at his dad’s bar before she came back into his bedroom for another round, then dashing downstairs to join Robert Mitchum who had driven up in that coupe, throbbing like a steam engine on the curb, racing off to their cabana on the beach.

That was his first jerk-off fantasy those hot August night when half awake, squeezing his dick, suddenly sitting bolt upright, that dick twitching, jizz spraying all over his chest, hitting his cheeks as he bent forward to stare down at his boydick.

Slippery…smooth…sticky…

He had never seen cum before, his dick had never hurt so much, his chest heaving as he breathed raggedly through his mouth, that salty cum now dripping across his cheeks as he desperately held onto his spasming dick.

He remembered how he had collapsed back, then and there began obsessing about his dick, playfully toying with it alone in his room nightly, proudly displaying it in the HS showers to those teammates as yet a new challenge to be met.

He knew it was bigger because in the gym they all compared the amount of hair the baseball team players had grown over the summer. His pubes were the darkest and only made his dick look even larger but he could never beat Rashid. It was clearly true what they always whispered about black dick, sure that Rashid's was the size of a baseball bat if that size while soft in the showers was any indication.

Swollen…swinging…

He would get a hand mirror from his mother’s dresser to admire his dick, watching for more hair to sprout on his tight ball sac, rubbing his mother's lotions and potions onto his dick, stretching that foreskin as the mushroom head popped in and out of that velvet grip, yanking that loose foreskin that hung down when it was soft but barely covering his swollen purple mushroom head when he got this "hard on”, as the boys called it.

He never stopped playing games with his dick, pulling it down and feeling it slap loudly onto his stomach. He was so fucking proud of his teenage dick, tho' he couldn't talk about it with just anyone. It had grown even bigger just last summer, now ringed in silky black hair that seemed to shine in the dark as he lay in bed staring down at his dick.

Tony would just leave his dick swinging out from his boxers as he pretended to do his homework, listened to music, watched TV in his room. It was always stiff when he finally fell asleep and painfully hard in the morning until he took a piss.

Why this was going thru his mind, this long ago memory of his very first sexual awakening while rolling to and fro across the back of that truck he had no idea.

Shamed…

He couldn't move, his arms bound behind him by that belt, his teeshirt a mask pulled tight across his shoulders then yanked over his face, his legs still tangled in his baller shorts, his sneakers tied together.

Tony could taste the sweat and cum on the rag stuck into his mouth, so in the dark of that night he stopped struggling, now wishing he had another blast from those poppers forced on him before tossing him like a sack of manure, laying helpless across that truck bed.

He wanted to get high, he needed to forget that now he was now someone’s trained sex starved slave slut.

To Be Continued.