Stripped Down Read Free Page B

Momma’s flashing over the door in red neon. The light illuminated a few cars parked in front and smaller trailers strewn around the empty desert like abandoned child’s blocks.
    The door of the double-wide burst open as we piled out of the van and a stout woman with an enormous amount of bleached-blonde hair stepped out and yelled, “Come on, boys, I’ve got some real beauties waiting for you in here.” She struck a bell hanging by the door with six quick raps. “And that will get up a few more,” she said with a big fleshy smile. “Do my eyes deceive me or it that Drake?” She clapped her hands together. “The girls
will really come running for Drake and his boys. Get your cute little butts in here.”
    I lagged a little behind the other guys, walking funny from the big cock Drake had picked out and strapped onto me. It went down the leg of my jeans and pinched my thigh with each step.
    â€œHey—Baby Boy, where are you? Don’t hang back this time.” Drake got me in a headlock and dragged me up the stairs. I could smell his sweat and the musty scent of his leather jacket, and it soothed me. “Momma, look what I got here for one of your special girls.” Drake pulled me into the sparsely lit living room, thrusting me in front of Momma so my face was eye level with her cavernous cleavage. “This is my boy and I’ve brought him to you to find just the right girl to pop his cherry.” She grabbed my head, getting a good grip on the tuft of hair on top of my head, and pulled me down into her breasts where it was all softness and perfume. I sighed contentedly in the dark space.
    â€œWhat a cutie! What a sweet boy. Why, I’d want him for myself, if you weren’t here.” She winked at Drake and he leered back. “I think I have just the girl, yeah, there’s a new girl and she’s perfect. Deanna!” she yelled to the skinny girl sitting at the bar by the phone. “Run out and get Jubilee…and tell her I’ve got a special treat for her—a baby butch cherry to pop.”
    I felt Deanna’s bony hand grab my clammy one. I looked back at Drake sprawled out on the sectional that was crammed into the trailer’s crowded front room. Drake jumped up and slapped my ass. “You go on, boy, do your dad proud. Remember what I told you. And you’ve got your dad’s lucky dick, so get out there and fuck her senseless, Baby Boy!” He grabbed the dick where it stretched the material of my jeans over my
left thigh, said, “You go get’er,” and with that he shoved me out the door so I almost tripped over the skinny Deanna.
    â€œCome on,” she whispered. “You’ll like Jubilee, don’t worry.” I suddenly felt panicked and it must’ve shown on my face. “Oh, you are worried, poor boy, you’re white as a sheet.” She stopped and took my face between her hands for a minute and kissed my forehead so softly. “I mean it—you don’t have a thing to worry about, a sweet handsome baby butch like you, Jubilee’s gonna take real good care of you. Is it really your first time?”
    I thought of all those times kissing and groping Marie in her bunk back at juvie, and I knew that wasn’t what Drake meant by fucking. “Yeah…it’s…it’s my first time.” I couldn’t help myself, I blushed. Suddenly I wished Drake were there. I wished he was standing right by me telling me what to do. I almost turned and ran back into the big trailer right then, but Deanna grabbed my hand again, as if she knew what I was thinking, and said, “Let’s go—Jubilee’s waiting.”
    We walked through the dark bit of desert, stepping around old tires, empty liquor bottles, and shot-up beer cans, skirting the trailers scattered here and there. They were a motley collection, everything from cool, bulletlike Airstreams to truckbed campers up