Silk: The Complete Trilogy

Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

Lookin' back over your childhood, can you remember a kid with huge glasses and buckteeth that was so puny other kids would toss him around like he was a football at recess? Remember that nerdy dude that everyone bullied and copied his homework when the teacher wasn't looking? Or was he so much of an outcast you don't even recall seeing such an individual? Either way, I sadly fit that description as a child.

I was skinny as a toothpick and was picked on constantly because of it. Teachers loved me, while my peers despised me. I did have a small group of friends throughout my middle and high school years. Marcus and Tom were just as nerdy as me. We all were the best of friends until the time for college approached. I decided on a college in Atlanta, Georgia that had an amazing computer science program, while Marcus moved to LA and Tom relocated to Florida.

My parents weren't too keen on me moving so far away from Texas, but I felt it was extremely necessary to do so. I had nothing but bad memories in Texas. I was never really happy because of my status in society. All the guys in my graduation class had already had sex with tons of girls, while I hadn't even had the pleasure of seeing an actual pussy in person.

I had seen plenty of porn though. When I say plenty, I mean plenty. I had become a lover of porn. Didn't matter if it was full of Black pussy, Asian, Latino or White. Pussy was pussy to someone who never had it before. How could I discriminate or be picky?

My addiction to porn had become so bad, I began to collect my porn DVDs in empty containers used to store blank DVDs and CDs. To be completely honest, I believe my collection grew to about five or six containers. That's about 500 to 600 DVDs of raw, uncut hot sex. And there's no shame in my game. I was horny. Horny and lonely. Females never looked at me. When I'd pop in a flick, I'd jack my penis thinking about one of the gorgeous babes at school opening their legs and allowing me to sex them until they screamed my name.

Tom and Marcus were quite impressed with my stash of porn. In fact, we all used to trade the latest DVDs we'd burned from our laptops and have a ball jacking off in the privacy of our rooms.

Well, I didn't have much privacy. One night as I closed my eyes and softly moaned the name of a classmate, my mom decided to burst into my room. It shocked the hell out of me. I was so surprised that all I could do was lie there as my dick ejaculated a thick nut right before her holy eyes! She grabbed ahold of her chest, like she was about to suffer from a serious heart attack.

As she tried to summon the right words to scold me, I threw my comforter over my erection. The damage had already been done though. I bet my mom thought she had walked into a nightmare. I'm sure she never imagined she'd witness her son experiencing an orgasm so strong it coated my chest, dick, balls, the comforter and headboard. I never fathomed in a million years that she'd find out how much of a heavy shooter my dick could be.

"I, I don't believe this Curtis!" mom cried, as she stormed out of my room.

"Damn it!" I mumbled getting up, closing my door, then cleaning up the mess I had made with tissue.

After I ensured every trace of my nut was removed and the moaning coming from my television had ceased, I threw on a t-shirt and shorts. Words cannot describe the embarrassment I felt as I went to find my mother. My friends wouldn't have been able to believe what had just transpired. Having my mother walk in on a routine masturbation session was unfreaking believable!

I found my mother in the kitchen washing dishes. She used that chore to clear her mind when things became too stressful. She said it was something soothing in dipping her hands in the hot water.