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Monkberry Moon Delight
Based on the original song and lyrics by:
Paul & Linda McCartney
Story by Paul S. Stevens
It was a boring Friday night and I was just waiting for tomorrow to come. Billy Budapest, or Billy B, for short, had invited me to a sleepover to take place at his house. We were best buds and we frequently did sleepovers together, but they always seem to end up at my house. This was mostly due to my parents' interception and manipulations. My mom was a stringent disciplinarian and felt I needed to be under her strict supervision, especially when Billy B and I got together. She believed that I would be safer in my own home rather than at the mercy of Billy B's wild and peculiar menagerie. This was the first time that Billy was having our sleepover at his house. I was curious what it would be like to sleep over there since his house was a total mystery to me. When I asked my parents if I could go, I expected them to say no right off. But because we had done so many sleepovers in the past, they didn't even think twice about it.
As the day wore on, I expected my parents to realize what they had agreed to and change their minds. But to my surprise, nothing was said about it at all and I got more excited to think that our sleepover plans were actually going to become a reality.
The next evening when my mom dropped me off in front of Billy's house, I kissed her goodnight and thanked her for allowing me to attend Billy's sleepover. Then I got out of the front seat, grabbed up my sleeping bag from the back seat and headed for Billy's front door. I noticed that Billy's parents' car was gone and I began to panic. I hoped my mom hadn't noticed the obvious and suddenly have my sleepover plans evaporate before they even began. I felt like my mom in particular was just looking for any excuse to deny me and Billy our sleepover plans. I wouldn't be surprised if she just arbitrarily canceled it anyway. This is where mom would have gotten out of the car and gone in to touch base with Billy's parents to lay down some sleepover restrictions. I was at least expecting her to persuade Billy to come to our house instead like we had been made to do so many times in the past. To my surprise, she didn't do any of those things.
What I didn't know until the last minute was my parents welcomed the idea of me doing this sleepover at Billy's on this night because they wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity and go out on a husband and wife date-night. They hadn't done one of those in a long time and they were looking forward to getting away from the house and being free from us kids for the night. The whole idea of my parents getting all lovey-dovey with each other kind of grossed me out, but if I got to get a sleepover at Billy's out of the deal, I was willing to overlook it.
As mom backed out of Billy's driveway, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Billy answered immediately. He opened the door fast and then quickly grabbed my arm to pull me inside, slamming the door behind me.
Even though I was a year older than Billy, he was allowed to do so many more things that I wasn't. It angered me a bit, but I was mature enough to ignore it for the most part. Billy was a prankster at heart and he often talked in riddles and nonsensical phrases. I knew something was up before I even stepped inside the house. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what it was. Not yet anyway.
"Barry Bartleby, you're actually here!" Billy cheered. "I can't believe it. What's going on, dude? How did you convince the warden to let you come here tonight?"
I dropped my sleeping bag onto the floor and looked around. "Where's you're parents?" I asked right off with the sound of worry in my voice, putting aside his question for the moment.
"They're gone for the night," Billy stated. "It's just the two of us tonight until they get home, which will probably be pretty late. We can do anything we want until then. Do your parents suspect anything?"
"What do you mean, suspect? I didn't even know myself you'd be home alone tonight `til we pulled up into your driveway," I confessed. "It looks like you forgot to tell me about your little surprise. Just what is it you're planning Billy B.?"
"Did your mom notice that our family car was gone?"
"I don't think so," I said. "Mom didn't say anything. I'm pretty sure that she had something more important on her mind."
"Good!" Billy said. "It doesn't matter now anyway. To answer your question, I'm planning on having the best sleepover ever. It'll just be Billy B, and Barry Bart, alone again... naturally. Let's go on up to my room and drop off your stuff so we can get this party started."
I grabbed up my sleeping bag and the two of us trotted upstairs to the second floor to Billy's room. I started to unpack my sleeping bag on the floor and laid out my pajamas to put them on when Billy stopped me.
"Don't bother with that," Billy said. "We both get to share the bed tonight. We won't need any pajamas. My parents will never know if we don't tell them. It'll just be Billy B. and Barry Bart in bed together, doing whatever we want. Besides, the bed is big enough for both of us to get lost in. We could definitely get lost in it later, okay?"
That sounded so wickedly cool that a chill ran down my back. We both kicked off our shoes and jumped onto his bed, just to get things started.
"Do you wanna play a game?" Billy asked, bobbing in place on the bed and grinning from ear to ear and acting all suspicious.
I was pretty sure that Billy was up to something. I was even more suspicious now than before, but the night was still young and I didn't want to let it worry me so soon, so I let it slide. For the moment, I was totally enjoying being alone with my best pal Billy B.
"Okay, sure!" I said without thinking. "What do you wanna play?"
"Hide and Seek!" Billy quickly answered as he sadistically wiped the back of his palm across his lips.
"Fine, I'll go first," I hastily volunteered.
"Aren't you the brave one, Barry Bart?" Billy skeptically asked. "Okay then, fine!"
I shouldn't have answered so fast. It was my first sleepover at Billy's house and I had no idea where anything was. Billy and I always spent most of our time at my house, so I had no idea about the layout of his house or where I was going to hide. His statements should have put me on alert, but again, I let it slide.
Then, out of the blue, Billy turned over and laid flat on his stomach, face down on the bed and covered his head with a pillow. He began counting backwards from one hundred.
"One hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..."
I took that to mean that Billy had agreed to let me go first and his muffled countdown gave me an adrenaline rush. I quickly jumped off the bed to start seeking out the perfect hiding spot.
As I exited Billy's room, I immediately came upon a choice to have to make. There were two staircases laid out in front of me. The one on the right went down to the living room area on the first floor. The left one was narrower and more treacherous looking. That one went up to who knows where. I found myself climbing that ascending stairwell, and the old rickety stairs seemed to go directly to the top of nowhere. The choice I made felt strange and I had no idea that I would end up in Billy's attic. I should have listened to my inner voice as it warned me about my capricious choice. As I entered the attic space, it was cold and dark, and I could clearly hear the wind starting to pick up from outside as a mid-summer night's storm began to roll in, rattling the stationary window. My imagination started to go into overdrive as the wind began to produce an eerie sound like an old-fashioned out-of-tune piano in the far distance.
My attention shifted as I heard Billy arrive at the conclusion of his countdown.
"Four... three... two... one... zero," and with that, Billy melodically called out as he jumped to his feet, "ready or not... here I come!"
I falsely assumed that Billy knew exactly where I was and was directly on his way to my location to seek me out. My heart started pounding inside my ears as the ruckus from the raging storm that was escalating outside grew louder and more forceful. The small confined space of the attic seemed to amplify the chilling effects of the unsettling commotion.
In the darkness, I sat on something rather uncomfortable. I didn't know what it was. Even so, I sat perfectly still and quiet as to not call any attention to my whereabouts. The chaotic piano that seemed to bawl mysteriously in the background played tricks with my imagination. It seemed to produce an almost satanic sounding dirge from a demonic realm that made me think of a field of over-ripe tomatoes being laid to waste. I could almost smell ketchup coming from those imaginary rotting tomatoes. So I sat in the attic, a piano up my nose and the wind played a dreadful cantata. Sore was I from a crack of an enemy's hose and the horrible sound of tomato. Once I realized what it was I was sitting on, I shifted my position as silently as possible as I began to imagine Billy sneaking up on me at any second. I heard a random floorboard creak and I immediately thought that Billy had discovered me. I stayed hidden as I took a deep breath and tried to pull myself together.
I was starting to wish I hadn't come up here at all as it got creepier by the second. One of the doors from downstairs caught the wind just right and its old rusted hinges creaked like a chilling horror movie. The hair-raising noise it made sounded like someone chanting, `Tomato – tomato – tomato' over and over in a bone-chilling, blood-curdling pattern. The repeating epitome sent a chill down my spine.
The combination of sounds coming from the storm, the door hinges and the wind blowing through the cracks of the window panes started to get more pronounced. The overture of vibrations sounded like a choir of ghostly poltergeists that were calling and wailing as they wafted up from the grave. One of the creaking doors from down stairs suddenly slammed and it made me jump out of my skin as I bounded to my feet. The blood rushed to my head as I momentarily lost my breath. My mind was spinning out of control. I bolted out of the attic like a bullet and headed down stairs, instinctively calling out as I fled:
"Olly-olly-oxen-free!"
I raced down the attic steps, bounding three steps at a time. My sock covered feet pounded and thumped on the worn wooden steps as I almost lost my balance. The sound of my thundering footsteps drew Billy's attention and he came running in my direction from another room to intercept me. I started spewing nonsensical phrases just like Billy B.
"Ketchup!" I called out as I nervously laughed with my heart pounding out of my chest. Unfortunately, it was the fist word that came to mind. "Soup and puree! Don't get left behind," spewed out of my mouth immediately after.
When I reached the bottom of the steps, I made a bee-line for the safety of Billy's bed. From the corner of my eye, I could see Billy drawing nearer. We were both flying on our feet, trying to outdo each other. I changed my chant so I wouldn't sound like a raving lunatic.
"Catch up!" I called out as I nervously laughed with my heart pounding out of my chest. "Super fury!" I teased. "Don't get left behind," as I beat Billy to the bed by a matter of milliseconds.
As I jumped onto the bed, embracing the safety of Billy's imaginary home base, I called out:
"Olly-olly-oxen-free!"
A split-second later, Billy's body came hurting at me as he took a flying leap at the bed. I threw Billy's pillows at him as I watched him fly through the air, falling on top of me. We both laughed as we playfully wrestled with each other, trying to catch our breaths as we rolled all over the bed, giggling and losing control of ourselves.
"Where were you?" Billy asked, sounding very sternly as we both settled down. "I hope you weren't up in our attic!"
"Yeah, I kinda was," I said. "Why?"
"Oh my god... well," Billy began as he prepared to tell me his shocking tale. "Last week, a very young bird accidentally got into the house and got disoriented and flew up there where it got trapped. As it tried to escape, it made a hell of a ruckus, flying into the walls and ceiling, injuring itself in its panic-driven attempt to flee. By the time my mom and I got up there to see what was going on, a rattle of rats had awoken. As we reached the top of the stairs, the rats had already started to eat the poor bird alive. There it was, flapping around on the floor, covered with rats. The screeching that little bird made as it got devoured was horrific. In a matter of minutes, there was nothing left but the sinews, the nerves and the veins. It was so gross, so very bloody, and so sad!"
"Holy crap, that didn't really happen, did it?" I said, growing repulsed. I was starting to get sick to my stomach realizing just a moment ago, I was just a few inches away from where Billy described the terrifying scene as having taken place.
"Whenever I had to go up there after that day, I would always hear a kind of ghostly howl that kinda went like this:"
"Ooooh, oooh," Billy droned as he demonstrated the cry. "It almost sounded like a far-off piano in the distance.
"A piano?" I questioned. "Are you kidding me? My god, a piano? Really?"
I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up since it was the very thing I thought I heard when I was up there. My piano was boldly outspoken in attempts to repeat this refrain, and speaking of refrains, my lunch was about to repeat on me. So I stood with a knot in my stomach as Billy B told his grim tale of death and bloodshed and I gazed at that terrible sight I had conjured in my mind. I could virtually see that poor little bird and all those vicious rats laying carnage to its bony little body. As they picked and gnawed it clean, those rats left only small, red, blood laden fibers just hanging off its bones.
"I don't wanna play anymore, Billy B." I said, turning a shade of pale green.
"Aw, you big baby!" he teased. "I just made up that whole story just now."
"You asshole!" I growled. "That wasn't funny!"
"I thought it was," Billy laughed.
"I didn't," I complained.
"Come on, dude, I'm sorry. You have to admit it though, I got you real good."
"Yeah, I guess you did," I confessed. "But, you got me all weirded out though, man," I said. "I got goose-bumps all over. I hate rats!"
"Okay, I'll tell you what. Let's forget about those rats and get under the covers together," Billy suggested. "We can escape the storm, and the rats, and the pianos, and the tomatoes and get all warm, cozy and safe. We can pretend we're hiding in a big, quiet wine barrel."
"Hiding in a wine barrel? Why a wine barrel? And hiding from what?" I wondered.
"You know, an
empty wine barrel, like Jim Hawkins was hiding inside of in Robert Louis
Stevenson's novel, `
"Kittens?" I asked. "What the heck are you talking about now? What kittens?"
"Our cat, Molly, just had kittens," Billy revealed. "We'll help Molly hide her babies from the cut-throat pirates."
I was confused. Was this more of Billy's nonsensical ideas? In a flash, leaving me sitting on the bed alone to wonder about what was going on; Billy left the room and came back a few minutes later carrying a plain cardboard box. A chorus of tiny meows emanated from the box as Billy entered the room and carefully placed the box on the bed. As I got out of the bed, I looked inside the box and saw Mama Molly quietly nursing six of the most adorable baby kittens I've ever seen.
"Let's take off our clothes," Billy suggested.
I was going to ask Billy why, but I just didn't question it, we both just did it. We were going to end up naked eventually tonight, so it might as well be now. Billy and I removed our shirts, and then wiggled out of our pants, and lastly, off came our socks until we were just down to our underwear. Billy turned down the bed-sheets and blankets and carefully moved Molly and her six kittens out of the box and onto the center of the bed. At first, mama and her babies objected, crying and meowing in unison.
"Now get in," Billy said, and the two of us joined Molly and her kittens close together toward the middle of the bed.
Billy pulled the sheets and blankets over our heads, making a human teepee. The sounds of six baby kittens meowing at once, and the noisy storm outside slowly dissipated as Billy and I sat quietly covered along with Molly and her six kittens as we all bonded together in the darkened and muted space.
"Don't baby kittens have sharp claws?" I asked before I picked up my first baby. "We've got no clothes on to protect us."
"Yeah, I know, but you don't have to worry about that," Billy explained. "Just make sure that you handle the kittens with love and kindness. They won't draw their claws if you make them feel safe. Hold their feet in your hands and speak softly to them."
The warm fur of the kittens' baby-soft bodies felt amazing against our cool naked skin as we held Molly's six treasures against our bodies. Soon they started purring, which felt and sounded so precious.
The erotic feeling I got from our interaction with the babies made my penis get hard, putting a bulge in my briefs. As I looked over at Billy, I found that his underwear was tenting right along with mine. I was slightly confused. I didn't know if just being stripped down made us horny or if it were something about the kittens, but the experience was hot.
This is what I call, Monkberry!" Billy said as he squinted his eyes closed while holding a kitten in each hand, rubbing their little bodies across his cheeks.
There it was again. One of Billy's many nonsensical phrases, and those sayings were starting to rub off on me.
"What the heck is Monkberry?" I asked.
"Monkberry Moon Delight," he clarified. "It's an `everything' word. It's something you can share with a friend, like right now. It's something you can touch. It's something you can smell. It's something you can sip. It's something you can eat. It's something you can smoke but it's better than cigarettes, booze, or weed. It's the best stuff on the planet!"
"That's all in your head," I told Billy. "There's nothing that can be all those things!"
"Oh, yes there is," Billy elucidated. "Pick up a kitten and hold it to your chest. Feel its fur. Feel its warmth. Feel its heart beating. Feel the love pouring out of it. Feel it breathe right along with you. Listen to it purr. That's Monkberry!"
It was scary, but I was beginning to understand Billy's strange nonsensical phrases as he explained his special meaning of Monkberry.
"And
what about us?" Billy continued. "You and me? Being
nearly naked like this, in a world all our own is also Monkberry! It's like
Even though I felt stupid doing it at first, I added my voice to Billy's and said, "Monkberry Moon Delight, om pah... om pah... pah," along with him.
I can't explain it, but for the first time, I started to see why Billy made-up these nonsensical words. Monkberry made perfect sense now as I got immersed in Billy's private fantasy world. Being concealed under the blanket in Billy's bed, being almost naked and holding these adorable kittens against our skin was intoxicating and arousing. Also, pretending to protect these helpless babies from imaginary pirates made it that much more special.
Billy reached across and hugged me as we lay back in the bed and allowed the kittens to wonder freely about our bodies. Then to my surprise, one of the kittens found my left nipple and tried to nurse on it. It was such a wickedly provocative sensation that it made my dick twitch. As the baby began to chew and gnaw on my boy nipple, the slight pain caused me to just watch and let it all happen as I froze in place. Did I have a sexual fetish with baby kittens? If I did, I didn't know it. It was the first time I had ever gotten nursed on while interacting with so many kittens at once. All I knew was, I was remarkably turned on by the experience and my dick was bouncing up and down under my briefs, briskly bobbing to the beat of my heart.
"Well apparently, its feeding time," Billy announced, interrupting my reverie as he uncovered us and rounded up Molly and her babies. He carefully placed them all back home in their box and took them back to the other room where they could have some quiet, secluded time for feeding. I hated to see Billy take them away, but they needed their mama now and even though I wanted them to stay, they weren't going to get any milk from my little-boy teat.
When Billy came back to the bedroom, he stood at the side of the bed and stripped off his underwear, still sporting his boner. He then jumped back into bed with me and pulled the sheets and blankets back over the two of us, tucking everything under his chin.
"You're totally naked now," I pointed out to Billy, "and you've got a pretty hefty hardon going on there."
"Yeah, I know! Its time to smoke your banana," Billy said as he reached over to me and pulled off my underwear. I totally allowed Billy to strip me of the last remaining piece of clothing I was still wearing. Freeing my confined boner made me feel super horny and turned on.
One of our favorite traditions that Billy and I started a long time ago was sleeping naked at all of our sleepovers. We found that we loved being naked when we were together. This was even more special tonight because, instead of being in our own separate sleeping bags, Billy and I were in the same bed together. That was something that wasn't allowed at my house. We were always made to wear pajamas at bed time and stay in our own sleeping bags. Tonight, we didn't have to sneak over to the other person's sleeping bag late at night or wake up early to put our pajamas back on. Once everyone was asleep in the house, we would strip and share our sleeping bags just to be able to mess around and do some experimenting. Tonight, we went straight to being naked when we wanted and we didn't have to wait until we were almost too tired to stay awake.
Even though I am older and more mature than Billy, he is much more aggressive than I am. Our sexual desires and curiosities are pretty much equal, but still, it's always been Billy who would initiate our hot boy-sex sessions, drawing me in and getting me all hot and worked up first. Billy knew that doing it this way always worked because I've always been so easily aroused. Billy already had a ferocious boner and just knowing that got me hot. For his age, Billy B's banana was already as big as mine although the only major difference between us was that, I had considerably more pubic hair than him.
"How about I give you a pube-trim and makeover, then nobody would be able to tell us apart. We'd look like we were brothers," Billy commented.
With Billy being younger than me, he wanted to look as old as I was. Since that wasn't going to happen, he was ready to settle for making me look as young as he was.
"You're not touching my pubes, dude," I warned. "I know you! If you start messing around with my hair down there, I'll have scrunchies and rubber bands and those barrette clip things all over my crotch. I don't think I want any `Monkberry Moon Pubes'. Besides, the only ones comparing us would be you and me."
"True!" Billy sighed. "So, come on then, do it for me then. It'll be hot!"
"Okay, but no barrettes!" I insisted.
"I promise. No guns!" Billy joked.
"What? What guns?" I said with confusion. "I don't want any guns getting tangled in my pubes, Billy B."
"Just kidding," Billy said. "I had you going there for a minute. So, shall we get started?"
I was starting to get turned on and excited by the idea of Billy manhandling my junk. Besides, imagining Billy giving me a super sensual makeover in my most sensitive pubic places made my boner stiffen. Letting him do what I've heard real grown men do for high end grooming called manscaping would be amazing. That would be so cool. I certainly had enough hair for Billy to be able to work with. He could shave little hearts and other small sexy objects in my boy parts. He might even shave `B hearts B' into my crotch-scape. I don't know if that would mean `Billy loves Barry' or Barry loves Billy'.
Either way, I should be able to keep everyone but Billy from seeing it. I certainly wouldn't want mom or dad to accidentally see it, or anyone from school for that matter. My major objection was, I just didn't think I could trust Billy to have the expertise to do the job right and I certainly couldn't do the job myself. If he messed it up, I would have no choice but to shave off all my pubes. That would make Billy look older than me with his sparse handful of hairs, and that just wasn't an acceptable alterative for me. Well, when it came time to make a decision, I was ready to put my trust in Billy B. and gave him my permission to proceed.
Billy turned down the bed-sheets and left me lying on the bed, naked and uncovered.
"I'll be right back," Billy chirped.
Billy went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and brought it back to the bed. He had me sit on the towel to collect any stray hairs and keep them out of the bed. I then returned to my spread-eagle position and got comfortable. He proceeded to collect his equipment together. He laid down a comb, a towel, a shaver, some shaving cream, and a wet washcloth. My heart began to race.
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest and my hair is a tangled Beretta. But I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest, and I don't get the gist of your letter.
I must have been growing quite tired. Despite being excited about what was coming, laying spread eagle on the bed and waiting for Billy to start his manscaping job made me start to fall asleep. All the events of the evening started to swirl around in my head like a rollercoaster.
The game of hide and seek got mixed around with the storm raging outside. That, along with the story of the rats in the attic started to take its toll. Then, remembering making it home free to Billy's bed got all mixed up with Billy and me hiding in a wine barrel and then discovering what Monkberry was. Molly and her adorable kittens got mixed in together with my nursing incident. All those events got confused with Billy wanting to trim my pubes so he could suck and nurse on my banana. Then for some reason, the pirates, who weren't even real, entered the equation packing Berettas and I was off, running for my life.
Catch up, Cats and kittens. Don't get left behind. Catch up, Cats and kittens. Don't get left behind.
Before Billy could start manscaping me, or suck on my Monkberry Moon Delight, I had fallen asleep and the phrases, `Oh - Monkberry Moon Delight, yeah, (om pah om pah pah)' started repeating in my mind as Billy and I harmonized together.
`Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah). Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah). Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, (om pah om pah pah). Monkberry Moon Delight, yeah, yeah, yeah, (om pah om pah pah). Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah). Oh, Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah)
Oh, Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah). Monkberry Moon Delight, oh-oh, (om pah om pah pah). Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah)
Suckin' Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah), Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah), Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah), Monkberry Moon Delight, (om pah om pah pah)
(om pah om pah pah).
The more Billy and I repeated `Monkberry Moon Delight' in my dream, the more we floated in ecstasy and erotic bliss. Then, inside my dream, Billy had woken me up to speak.
"Try some of this, honey!" Billy seductively offered as he held his firm, ripe banana near my mouth.
"What is it?" I skeptically asked, as if I didn't know.
"Monkberry Moon Delight!" He answered laughing hysterically. "Ah, Monkberry Moon Delight, yeah, yeah, (om pah om pah pah),
Monkberry Moon Delight, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, (om pah om pah pah), Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.... (om pah om pah pah), (om pah om pah pah).
Uh, Monkberry Moon Delight!
The End
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