Southern Discomfort. (Story sequel to Southern Exposure Toon) (Patreon)

Charlie still felt bad about what had happened earlier and how he had  ended up naked in front of his girlfriend Mary-Jo.  It had been so  shameful when Mary-Jo's mom, Carlene Barns, compared him to her Black  lover, Reggie.  The big man's cock was so huge  and poor Charlie's dick was barely there.  Charlie had never thought of  himself as small in the manhood department.  Of course, when he still  lived up north, he had been excused from gym class because of his  allergies, so he'd never had to see how other guys  were endowed.  But now he was telling himself that Mary-Jo wasn't so  shallow that she would let his small penis affect their relationship.   She had always accepted it before.  The shock of getting her first look  at another pecker, Reggie's enormous cock, had  confused her when it happened but Charlie was sure she would have  gotten over it in the last few hours.  

The young man had even picked her some lovely wildflowers, which he  had arranged carefully.  He had always prided himself on his artistic  nature.  The warm Southern evening encouraged his romantic mood.  He  knocked on the door of the Barns' trailer and put  on his best smile.  His expression changed, however, when the door was  answered by Mary-Jo -- in the nude.  She gave him a leering grin and  asked what he wanted.

Trying to keep his voice steady, Charlie told her, "I thought was  could go for a walk along the stream.  And look at the sky.  And..."

From behind her came a loud impatient voice, "Yo, girl.  Who you talking to?"

"It's Charlie, the boy I told you about.   The one I used to date."

"Used to...?" Charlie blurted out.

A scowling Black face appeared over Mary-Jo's shoulder.  It's owner was a lot taller than her.  Or Charlie.  

The stranger wanted to know, "What do you want, lily-white?"

The guy was naked too and, as Mary-Jo giggled and stepped aside,  Charlie saw that he had outsized genitals like Reggie.  Charlie realized  belatedly that this must be the Black man's son, home from college,  where he was quarterback of the school football  team.

Mary-Jo put her small hands on his muscular upper arm and rubbed up  against him.  She said, "Now, Deon, don't hurt the little feller.  He  ain't too smart.  That's why he thinks I'd still want him after I've had  you."

Deon pulled away from her and came down the trailer's two steps.  He  put his large hand in the middle of Charlie's chest and pushed hard,  sending him over backwards.  Charlie lay there, staring up at the  unashamedly naked figure, mostly at his enormous tool.   Deon put his bare foot on his victim's soft tummy and leaned his weight  on it.  The white guy whimpered and began to quiver.  

"Now listen up," Deon said in a no-nonsense tone.  "I'm home for the  whole damn summer.  While I'm around, Mary-Jo is mine.  When I go back,  if she still wants you, that's up to her."

Mary-Jo snickered.  "Sure.  Like that's going to happen."

"But until then, you keep your nose out of her business.  Understood?"

"Y... yes, Sir," he quavered.

Deon moved his foot lower and applied pressure on Charlie's small  testicles, making him wail.  The Black collegiate snarled, "Otherwise,  I'm going to make it so you won't be able to do anything with her or any  other girl."

Choking on pain, Charlie assured him, "I won't touch her... Sir.  Mr. Deon.  Please..."

As Deon stepped back, Mary-Jo said, "Hey, D, you still got to see his  tiny pecker like I was telling you about.  How about we make him come  in here?"

"Well, I could use a servant to fetch my beers.  And maybe do some other  jobs."  He chuckled evilly.  "Get in there."  He shook his head.    "Holy crap but he looks like such a sissy."

"Yeah," Mary-Jo agreed.  "Maybe we should make him wear some of the stuff my cousin Bobbie Sue left when she visited."

"Maybe we just should."

30 MINUTES LATER

Charlie was standing in front of the sofa.  The hot-blooded,  nude couple were sitting there, Mary-Jo with one leg thrown over Deon's  powerful thigh, her arm around his neck.  He reached over to give her  full breast an appreciative squeeze.  Poor Charlie  had thought it was going to be him doing that this evening.  

Deon told Mary-Jo, "You really got him looking fine, girl.  That garter belt and them stockings fit like they was made for him."

"And I gave him enough of my cosmetics to make him look like the faggoty  kind he is.  And his hair came out real good after I teased and sprayed  it."

"But the thing is," Deon offered thoughtfully, "he still keeps  looking at you like he thinks you're still his.  And when he thinks I  don't see, he gives me the dirty eye.  So here's what's going to  happen.  I boned you real hard before he got here.  Right?"

"You sure as hell did, lover," she said dreamily and nuzzled his shoulder.

"And you got that big mess I left in your pussy.  Right?"

"Right again.  You blasted out a pint of fresh hot cream."

"So how about this sissy get down on his knees and lick up that mess, get you all clean for me to slam again."

She hesitated, surprised by his suggestion.  Her expression slowly  changed to one of devilish delight.  She spoke to Deon but stared  straight into Charlie's eyes as she said, "That's a freaking great idea,  man.  Make the wimp lick up all that good sex sauce."   She chortled.  "Make him get his tongue all up in there like a badger  getting honey."

Deon told Charlie, "You heard the girl, candy ass.  Get your face in  place and started to starting."  He gave Mary-Jo a deep lingering kiss  while Charlie, his face a mix of disbelief and queasiness, got down on  his knees.  

In a strained whisper the white loser said, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," Deon approved.  "I'll be up here enjoying the top half  while you're down here cleaning the bottom half... so I can use it again  after you done."

As Charlie began kissing his former girlfriend's slimy vagina, Deon  resumed kissing her mouth.  She had both their tongues in her and was  purring contentedly.  Charlie was dreading the rest of the summer.  And  he was wondering why, even though it went against  everything he was thinking, his laughably small dick was getting hard.