Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 06:55:31 -0700 (PDT) From: August Zellner Subject: The Mohawk Boy - Part 2 THE MOHAWK BOY -- PART 2 Dear reader -- By the time you get to the end of this episode, you would be justified in thinking this story has been mis-classified in "young friends." Maybe you are right. The only thing I can tell you is, by the middle of the next episode the young friends will take center stage, and they will stay there after that. P.S. -- Does anybody have any photos of black boys with Mohawk haircuts? (No pornography! No kidding!). Day 2 at the Pool Just like the previous day, I returned to the timeshare from my conference around 4 pm. I was even more anxious this time to strip down to my soft low-rise briefs and go out on the balcony. Again, there were a lot of kids down there, but this time I did not see the group of young black teenagers from the previous day. Oh well I thought, I guess I'll never see them again, but still there were a lot of kids there in my favorite age group, so I gazed down at all the nearly naked children running around and playing happily in the afternoon sun. After spending a few minutes indulging my fantasies about all those pretty little naked preteen white girls down there and how unfortunate it was that there were no handsome black boys to fuck them, I removed my underwear and put on the very same soft, very loose-fitting shorts that made me feel as naked as possible but still could pass for a bathing suit that I had on yesterday, grabbed my camera and a towel and headed down to the resort pool to relax again and enjoy the scenery for a while. When I got down to the pool, I looked around and saw that I could sit in almost the same place as I had been the previous day. That's good. There were actually quite a few pretty little preteen white girls, all wearing little string bikinis, and they were having a great time running around and laughing and playing, so I relaxed and fantasized that they were all naked, and that they were all getting ready to run up to their timeshare units, into the waiting arms of naked black boys with huge throbbing cocks ready to fuck them. I gazed at the beautiful little girls and was getting a big throbbing hard-on again. Wow this is great, this is gonna be a really great conference ... But after about ten minutes, the gate from the pool deck down to the beach opened up and there he was again, the Mohawk boy. He had some flecks of white sand on his black body and to me, that just made him seem even more exotic than the day before. But today he's the only black boy here, he's by himself. I immediately began to stare directly at him and since I had spent the night before sitting in front of the laptop looking at the very best pictures of him that I had downloaded from the camera, organizing them subject (i.e. penis, ass, pecs, muscles, face, penis, Mohawk, black skin, arms, belly button, penis), jerking off and zooming in on each photo so I could become a total expert on each part of his beautiful body in case I ever saw it again, this time I really knew exactly what parts of his perfect body I wanted to gaze at, and I could fantasize about being much closer to him than I was because I had made myself so familiar with each and every little part of him. I was numbed by my fantasies as I watched him. I fumbled for my camera, and again using the towel hiding my painful throbbing erection I started to take pictures. Since I had erased all the other pictures from the memory card after downloading them, I knew I could just snap away and organize them later. There I sat staring at the Mohawk boy, his perfect dark eyes, flaring flat nose, beautiful lips, muscular and athletic black body with great pecs, beautiful chest and flat tummy, and HOLY SHIT he has a different bathing suit on today. Instead of those surfer shorts, today it's a very tight, very brief little low-rise Speedo. It's nice and tight, and it has big bold red & white diagonal stripes, like some kind of Danger Zone sign, which is completely appropriate because for me everything behind that soft tight fabric is indeed a total danger zone. It's clinging so tightly to the Mohawk boy's handsome body that I can easily see every wonderful curve of his ass, and OHHH MY GOD look at the size of that log in the front! The boy's huge black cock was way too big to fit easily inside there hanging down straight, so instead it was like there was a big beautiful log going off to one side. I was sssoooo mesmerized by his beautiful huge cock inside his Speedo that I just could not take my eyes off it. OooooooOOOOOOOOHHHHHoooooohhhh!! Because the Mohawk Speedo boy knew I was there on the other side of the pool and he knew I was staring at him and he knew I was taking pictures of him and still he didn't seem to mind, this helped settle me down enough to go on watching the show. He was playing and fawning around a little white girl, and of course she was the prettiest of all the little white girls I had been looking at before he arrived. Only the very best for him, I thought. She had the prettiest little face you will ever see, the rest of her little body was perfect in every way, and she had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a skimpy little string bikini, but it was not quite as revealing as the one the little black girl had been wearing yesterday. I wonder how old this girl is ... you know she looks like if anything she could be even younger than that black girl ... is it possible that this little beauty is only nine years old? Maybe 10? No, I think it can't be 10 because she has no tits at all, she is totally a child. I was taking as many pictures as I could without getting totally caught. Oh shit she is ssssooooo pretty and the black Mohawk boy is all over her, talking and laughing and teasing and playing and eventually he got her to sit with him and they kissed and talked and kissed again, his exotic handsome black face pressed against the little white girl's beautiful lips. But after another minute the show was over, the pretty little white girl giggled and ran off, calling back "Bye bye - see ya tomorrow!" Oh shit oh shit oh shit ... A minute later, the Mohawk boy looked over at me from across the pool. He smiled. I was embarrassed, but I smiled back and gave him a little wave. Then he got up and walked around the pool and right up to me. He was standing like he had been yesterday, by the side of the chaise lounge, but this time when I looked up at him the thing that was closest to my face was that stunningly huge log in his Speedo. I could barely move, I was staring right at his penis, and the only thing separating my face from the most beautiful huge black penis in the world were those big red & white stripes that cried out DANGER ZONE. But behind all that the Mohawk boy's muscular chest rose up to his beautiful face, which was looking down at me. "Hey mista, ya wanna take some mo' pics?" he said. "Uhhh, well you know, I already took some more pictures." I was still staring spell-bound at the black boy's huge penis, I couldn't even look him in the face. "No man, I mean even more pictures, like close-ups and shit ... I need some money so I can impress a girl." "You mean today's girl or yesterday's girl?" He laughed, and sat down on the chaise lounge next to me, which at least broke the spell for a minute. I sat up too. Now the only problem was I was going to have to talk to this boy and look at his handsome face and exotic Mohawk and muscular body, and I didn't know how long I could do that before I would become a total babbling drooling idiot. "No man, a whole diff'rent girl - I think she like me too, and she totally hot!" "Well you sure know how to pick'em," I said. "So, like, how much money do you need?" I asked. "About 50 bucks," he said. "Oh, well," I said, "that's a lot of money ..." It really wasn't a lot of money, I had plenty more money than that, I just didn't want him to think he could get something for nothing. "But, but I really need it ... you can take as many pics as ya like, really, close-ups and evvything ... we'll go up to your room and ..." but then he stopped short. "But hey, man, you can't be touchin' my shit, I ain't queer! You touch my shit an' I'll smack the crap outta ya." "No, okay, I'm good with that, you got a deal - like I said, it'd be a total turn-off if you were queer, really ... but there are a couple of things ..." "Like what??" "Well, I can't touch your shit, or your bathing suit, not even one time no matter what, but I should be able to touch the rest of your body, okay? Except your face, I won't touch your face, and I won't try to kiss you or lick you or anything gross like that, but I can hold you and touch your body and pet you and stuff ..." He thought about that and said, "Well ... okay I guess dat wouldn't be too gross." Then I reached a little more. "One other thing - I wanna talk dirty to you and ask you questions about sex. You have to answer the questions, but I don't care what you say - you can lie or you can tell the truth or you can say whatever you want, but if I'm gonna talk dirty to you, you can't just sit there and say nothing." "Now dat right there, dat'jest'a' weirdest shit I ever heard." "So then you won't do it?" "I don't know, I gotta think about it." "Okay, it's okay," I back-pedaled, "you can still have the 50 bucks if you do everything else. How much time do you have?" "I don't gotta be back ta my grandma's unit 'til about 8," he said. "Okay great, that's plenty of time." After a few minutes of just sitting together thinking about the fact that I had just made what amounted to a prostitution deal with a mesmerizingly handsome 12 year old black boy, I said, "Uhhh, well, how about if we go?" I had no idea if I was going to be able to live up to my end of our deal, to not touch this stunningly handsome black boy's Speedo or private parts, or to not try to kiss his beautiful lips or lick his muscular body, but pretty soon I was going to find out. Then I said, "Maybe we shouldn't go up to my unit together. Tell you what - I'll go grab us a couple of pizzas from the fast-food shop, it'll only take a minute. You take the elevator to the 10th floor, and have a seat there in one of those benches they have by the windows on each floor." "Okay dat sound right." Then I laughed nervously and nudged our shoulders together. "When I get out of the elevator, I'll be the guy with 2 pizzas and shaking like a leaf, cuz believe me, I have never done anything remotely like this before ..." Then he laughed too. "C'mon man, dis gonna be fun, you'll see." Day 2 at the Unit When I got off the elevator with the pizzas, the Mohawk boy was sitting there waiting. We walked down the hall to my unit. Once we were inside I set the pizzas down on the kitchen counter while he looked around and said "Wow man dis some shit, it way bigga'n grandma's." "Well it's a 2-bedroom unit, it was all they had available," I said, like any of that made the slightest difference to him. He walked into the living room and pulled open the drapes in front of the sliding doors. "Hey cool, man, you gotta great view too." He walked out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing. "Really cool, man." The shadow of the building made his beautiful nearly naked muscular black body seem that much more dark and exotic with the sunny beach and ocean in the background. His red Mohawk was more striking than ever against the blue sky. I grabbed my camera as quick as I could and took a few shots. "Oh snap you can see da whole pool from here too!" he said. "You be standin' up here watchin' us da whole time jerkin' off wasn't you?" he said. I was suddenly humiliated, but he was giggling, he thought it was funny. "You be watchin' us like some kinda pervert! Dat'some weird-ass shit, man." Then he came back in and made himself comfortable on the couch with his legs spread wide, and I got a picture of that too. But then I put the camera down and sat in the chair across from him. "Well, in that case, ya want out?" I said. "Naw man, you harmless." "Well, I'm not a complete idiot like those guys you see on TV on those 'to catch a predator' shows ... I know the difference between a sex fantasy and the real world ..." Then he just laughed hysterically. "Oh yeah? Y'all sittin' here wit'a 12-year-old nigga boy in ya' livin' room an' ya say y'ain't no idiot? You got shit fer brains, dude." Again, point taken - I just hate it when he's right about this stuff, but it's really such a turn-on. "Okay," I said, "but just so we're even, you're sitting here in my living room, practically naked, with that huge prick of yours, with a white guy you never met before who already told you I think you're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen and I wanna hold you and stroke your body and talk dirty to you. So there." He was laughing so hard there were tears streaming down his face. "Okay okay you got dat shit right," he said once he was able to breath again. "But anyway I think you harmless. 'Sides, you ain't gonna touch my shit cuz I told ya I'll smack da crap outta ya." Well, I believed that was true, and I believed he could do it, and I am not into being punished. So I gave him one more chance to get out scot free. "Well, ya know, if you want out you can just go if you want - I'll give ya the 50 bucks right now and you can just walk out." "Naw, I said I'd do it - 'sides, I still think it gonna be fun - you a cool dude man, even if you gay." We sat there for a minute. He said, "Hey man, what yo' name?" "No-no, no names. I don't wanna know your name, it makes you more exciting." "Mo' weird shit again ..." "Anyway, I already have a name for you ... I call you Mohawk." "Hey dat's pretty cool ... 'Mohawk' ..." he repeated, looking out the window, "... yeah ... dat's bad ...'Mohawk' ..." I could see he was test-driving his new name through his little mind. Then he laughed again. "Oh snap, and I already gotta name for you too, since yestiday! I call you Fag!" At this point we were both laughing, in my case I was actually kind of relieved, because if you think about it, his name for me could have been so much worse - like Douche Bag, or Shithead, or Fuck-face - really, the humiliating possibilities were almost endless, so I was ready to go with 'Fag'. Then I said, "So Mohawk, wanna get stoned?" "Oh SHIT man, you got REEFER?? Yeah man, let's get high!! Oh dis gonna be great - an' reefer always gimme a big old boner too." "Holy shit man, your prick is already so big I can't hardly imagine what it would be like if you had a boner!" "Yeah well check it out Fag, when I be high you ain't gonna hafta 'imagine' nothin'! - you gonna see one big ass black nigga dick starin' you right in da face!!" He was laughing, but I was drooling. So I led him into my room and we both laid down on the bed together, sitting up against the headboard with our backs propped up on the pillows. I pulled a joint and a lighter out of the nightstand (I had rolled myself a few yesterday), and we started passing it back and forth. We were both taking some pretty big hits, each of us anxious to get as stoned as possible for our own reasons. We finished off the first joint and started on the second, but soon we were both completely wasted - I know I was, my head was spinning all over the place. Meanwhile the Mohawk boy started kind of rolling around all over the bed like he was in a trance, so I stumbled to my feet and got hold of the camera so I could try to get as many pictures of him as possible in all kinds of different positions. He was mumbling and groaning ooooooooOOOOOOOOaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH and HOLY SHIT THAT'S THE BIGGEST HARD COCK I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE!!! ooooOOOOOoooo the beautiful muscular black boy's enormous throbbing hard prick was straining and struggling against the stretchy fabric of his Speedo with the big red and white stripes that were screaming at me DANGER ZONE! DANGER ZONE! I was transfixed by the sight of this magnificent black creature rolling around in my bed swooning and groaning in perfect sexual agony. I was fumbling and shaking but I was also trying to hold the camera still enough to take as many pictures as I could. Of those that came out, a few of my favorites are: * Ass sticking up in the air right in my face, legs spread apart, huge bulge clearly visible between legs, face shoved into pillow. * On back with body twisting in sexual pain, face in beautiful grimace, legs somewhat spread, prick standing straight up stretching Speedo so much you can easily see his balls inside. * On hands & knees looking straight at me, growling like a wild black animal with stunning red Mohawk. * Crotch shot with legs wide apart, prick stretching Speedo so much you can easily see his balls, muscular chest arched up to his beautiful face, which is looking down the bed at me. Well, the list goes on and on, but you get the idea. Now I have them all set up as a continuous slideshow loop on my laptop, so I can gaze at them and re-live those beautiful moments whenever I jerk off. After I took all those "distance shots," I moved in for some close-ups while my stunningly beautiful black Mohawk boy continued rolling around all over the bed in a stoned trance. I got close-ups of his unbelievably handsome face with its perfect dark eyes, flaring flat nose and beautiful lips, and of his dark red Mohawk with its frizzy tail against his stunningly beautiful dark brown body, and of his muscular and athletic black body with its great pecs, beautiful chest and flat tummy, and of his wonderful ass with its pretty plump ass cheeks. But most of all, I took picture after picture of my beautiful Mohawk boy's HUGE HOT HARD BLACK PRICK as it strained and struggled to be set free of that tight Speedo with its bold red and white stripes screaming DANGER ZONE! DANGER ZONE! at me. As the black Mohawk Speedo boy laid on his back with his legs spread wide and his body squirming and he was groaning and moaning in sexual pain ooooooooOOOOOOOO ... aaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH and HOLY SHIT THAT'S THE BIGGEST HARD COCK I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE!!! ooooOOOOOoooo the beautiful muscular black boy's enormous throbbing hard prick was straining and struggling and I moved in closer and closer to get the best possible close-up photos from every conceivable angle as he thrust his hot crotch at me and growled and moaned like a wild animal (these are also now part of the continuous slideshow loop on my laptop, so I can gaze at them and re-live those beautiful moments whenever I jerk off). Then I put the camera down and picked up my camcorder, got it started and set it down in a position so that it would record everything I was about to do to increase my beautiful black Mohawk Speedo boy's sexual agony. I got up on the bed and sat between his legs as he continued to thrust his hot crotch at me in a stoned trance. Then I got up on all fours, putting one hand on either side of him as I laid my face down on his muscular black chest. I rubbed my face back and forth and back and forth and up and down and all over his handsome body, stroking him all over the place but I never kissed him or licked him NO I just stroked him and rubbed his body lovingly with my face. I went back and forth and back and forth and smelled his wonderful funky negro body smell, gradually going down and down onto his beautiful belly I put my nose in his belly button but I didn't kiss it or lick it I just kept going back and forth and back and forth and getting closer and closer to the top of his Speedo but I never touched it NO I just stroked him and rubbed his body lovingly with my face. Finally I lifted myself up. There was my majestic black Mohawk Speedo boy, groaning and grinding and moaning in front of my eyes. I crouched down so that my face was right in front of his beautiful writhing crotch, and started blowing warm air up into his Speedo where the beautiful muscular black boy's enormous throbbing hard prick was straining and struggling to be free. He growled painfully OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... AAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHH and his body was gyrating as I now rubbed my face all over the inside of his muscular thighs but I never touched his Speedo or even those huge beautiful wrinkly black balls that were dangling out of it. I could smell his muscular sweaty negro crotch smell, it was totally hypnotic. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... AAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOHHHH!! Just then I could hear him moaning above me "ooooooooOOOOOOOO ... ooooOOOOOoooo what I'm'a gonna do WHAT I'M'A GONNA DO ?? AIN'T NOBODY SUCKIN' MY DICK DA WHITE FAG CAIN'T TOUCH ME WHAT I'M'A GONNA DO !! ooooOOOOOoooo!!" and then suddenly he JUMPED UP FROM THE BED and ran out into the living room. I grabbed the still-running camcorder and followed out there after him. As I entered the living room there he was, my beautiful black Mohawk boy, standing there naked and furiously jerking off - he was still in a stoned trance moaning and growling and howling like a wild black animal ooooooooOOOOOOOO ... aaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!! ooooooooOOOOOOOO ... ooooOOOOOoooo his face was in a contortion like he couldn't stand the pain one second longer! I focused the camcorder on him and began to walk around from his side to his front, recording every microsecond of his SEXUAL AGONY for my future use. He was jerking off so furiously with that contorted look on his face that when you play it back in slow motion it looks like he could be some rock star with a striking red Mohawk playing his guitar with great mighty strokes - in fact I have recorded a couple of my favorite sexually explicit rock songs over the Mohawk boy jerking off in slow-mo and let me tell you is it is so stunning it makes your brains fall out, but that's a different story. As I was coming around to the Mohawk boy's front he was about to cum too, and suddenly with a series of final AGONIZING HOWLS and pelvic thrusts AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!! NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!! AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!! my wild black animal shot several big streams and globs of cum all over the place. The first one was ssssssooooooo big and long it spiewed across the whole coffee table. I have this all on film, and let me tell you right now, watching the Mohawk boy cum and shoot his beautiful sperm in slow motion makes me cum too every time I watch it. Then he stood there for a moment, still holding his enormous black prick, moaning more softly ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo and breathing heavily. Then he collapsed onto the couch, totally spent and stoned. I zoomed the camcorder in to record all the different streams and globs of sperm close up, ending with his hand still hanging onto his cock as he rested in the couch and breathed heavily, and there were some big globs of cum still oozing out of the tip of his prick and all over his fingers too. "Will you turn dat fuckin' thing off??! - you wasn't posta see dat!!" End of video.