Date: Wed, 13 Oct 1999 23:59:48 GMT From: Ed'Michael Ecrivain Subject: Sister Mona Lou's Boys Dear Reader, This is my first attempt at writing a story that will be displayed to the public. I've written stories, but kept them to my self. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one by also having a box of tissue by you. That is, for any unwanted liquid. The following is rated YGM18+ (Young Gay Men 18 or older) and RUone2. So, if you are not of age to read this or do not appreciate young men loving one another, please do not proceed. As it will make it easier for you to not have a strock. And now, our feature presentation... Sister Mona Lou's Boys. Part One It was a cloudy Monday morning when I woke up from the loud bang I heard in my sweet dream. I heard it again, now louder, and focused quickly on identifying where it came from, it was the kitchen. The pots and pans where banging against each other as my aunt complained loudly. She was upset about something, and I thought, this early in the morning. I rolled over my full size bed to check out the time on my alarm clock. It read 8:08 in its big red numbers. Oh shit, I thought, as I had a class at 9 that morning and lived twenty seven minutes away from the school. I quickly jumped off the bed and checked myself in the mirror. To do what, I didn't know, but I always did that. My morning hard-on was in full effect in my shorts. I tried to fix it so that it didn't really appear, but it was obvious. Anyway, I opened my door to rush to the bathroom and ran into my cousin Tiffany down the hallway. "What the hell happened?" I asked her about the situation with her mother, my aunt. "Did you dirty dishes last night, and didn't wash them?" she whispered to me as I rubbed my eyes. "I didn't eat, so I dunno..." "Well, someone left the dirty dishes last night, so she's pissed about that" she replied pointing back at the kitchen. "It was Racquel, when I came in she was in the kitchen, eating" as I resumed my way to the bathroom. She rolled her eyes as always when the sister caused the problem. Racquel, the oldest of two daughters, was always different. Things had to go her way or it would be this big issue about her parents not loving her. The spoiled brat. I got in the bathroom anxious to release my reservoir in the beautiful pool of water in the toilet bowl. I always enjoyed the sound of my piss penetrating the water as if it was a water hose with full force. It was loud and sounded as if I had this big hole with water flowing rapidly. After releasing my self, I brushed my teeth and headed straight in the shower. Today, it was a quick one because I was running late. All of a sudden, I get this urge to take a dump. I hated that, anytime I was nervous or in a hurry I would be in need of that. But I didn't worry about it that much. I quickly dried myself and ran back to my room with the towel around my waist. I met with Tiffany once more when she reminded me of how late I was. I entered the room and glanced at the clock, which displayed 8:21. Fuck! I said to myself. I also noticed that I didn't set the damn thing to wake me up. Anyway, I took longer then I was supposed to. I wasn't able to decide on what outfit I would wear to look the bomb. So I grabbed a raggedy old pair of Levi's and an extremely wrinkled Tshirt. I never wore undies because of the feeling of letting it hang and flow. I got dressed in 6 minutes, but had to fix the hair. If I didn't look fine, dress wise, the hair had to look good. I ran to the bathroom, after I realized that I ran out of gel, to utilized Tiffany's. I wanted to have a wet and curl look, but couldn't get it the way I wanted because of my lateness. I spent most of my time in my hair. I just had to look good enough. Indeed, it did. My face looked fine, as usual, with my jet black bushy eyebrows which I quickly rubbed to set them straight. Face up, I knew it was good for the first day of school, but neck down, I wasn't feeling it. anyway, I had to run; I was really late. I got out the bathroom rushing to the kitchen, where my aunt was still complaining. "Morning!" I said as I pecked her on the cheek and rushed to the fridge to grab my shake. I always had a shake for breakfast. I had a lot of overweight people in my family, and you know, I had to keep a good figure-afraid of ending up like them. "Nobody couldn't wash the dishes or take the trash out last night?" She said angrily. My aunt was a perfectionist, everything had to be perfect. It got on my nerves sometimes. "...iilll!!!" I thought to myself, but realized that it came out very low. "Well, I dunno..." I continued, not knowing what to say to her. "Where are you going?" She asked as if she didn't know. To get fucking laid, I thought to myself. But said "School" as I gave her the "duh!" look and rolled my eyes as I exited the kitchen. She started blabbering again as soon as I turned down the hall. How the fuck she's going to ask me where I'm going when she's the one that registered me. She was the Registrar at the school I was attending. I knew I had to get out this house---too much stress. I went back to my room and grabbed my book bag and keys. And quickly rushed down the stairs and exited the house. While I was going down the front stairs, I noticed something moving with bright colors and quickly turned to take a good look. It was Mr. Farley, from down the block, in a pair of orange shorts and matching sweat-shirt. He had to be at least forty because he had some gray hair and appeared it. But, nonetheless, he was light skinned with a cute little mustache that suited his face very well, with the nicest pecs, a nice round butt that went up and down, and the nicest calves. You could tell that he has been jogging for years. Very good looking and manly; he was just awesome. I would just stop in my tracks to stare at him. Which I did, as I approached my car, pretended to look for the keys. As he got closer, he seemed to be approaching me in a hurry, my eyes quickly dropped at the door lock. In the corner of my eyes, I saw him approaching and started to tremble. Oh my god! I thought, what am I gonna do. Oh shit, I was nervous as hell. Finally, after drooling over this man during the entire summer, he comes forward. I got the door to open when he finally arrived, breathing heavily. "Hey, how are you doing this morning?" He said in a manly voice, as I tried to unlock the back door. I had my backpack on my back, folders in my left hand, and the shake in the right. I replied in a nervous voice "Fine, I'm doing fine, getting ready to go to school. How are you doing, sir?" Sir, where did that come from I thought, as I turned around to face him. He handed out his hand and due to my nervousness, which I thought he sensed, I did the unthinkable. As I tried to reach out, I tried to switch the shake from my right hand to the left, when, without having a good grip of the drink, it fell and spilled over his Nike's and rolled under the car. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I felt heat coming out of my ears. I couldn't believe it, I ruined his shoe and lost breakfast. "Oh, my God! I'm sorry...so sorry sir..." I said as I began to sweat nervously. He quickly shook the shake off his Nike's and said "...It's OK." In a big smile. I quickly opened the back door, dropped my school stuff on the seat and reached for the roll of bounty towel I had. I ripped a few and quickly bent down to wipe his shoe. "No, no, no young man, its ok" he said laughing before he bent down. I quickly glimpsed at his shorts to check the equipment, and guess what. It was well packed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen, sir" I said as I stood back up. "It's gonna get dirty anyway, don't worry about it" He said as he got up. I noticed that he was READING me from bottom to top. I stood there speechless. " Listen, we are having a block party down on Powells Lane on Saturday, and was hoping that you guys could make it." He continued while he was burning me with the deep stare of his bright brown eyes. "Sure,... I'll be...I mean, I'll announce it inside. Sure, no problem, sir." I stuttered. "Great. We'll speak to your neighbors later today." He said as he turned his back to look at the car that was passing by. I couldn't help staring at his very round bubble butt that was just screaming for me to touch them. He made a quick turn to catch me drooling over his butt. "Well, then. I better get going" he continued "Sure..." I replied as I tried to play it off as if I wasn't staring, but still startled by what just happened. I hated when I did that, it was too obvious. "I'm terribly sorry" As I looked down at his sneakers. "No problem, what's your name young man?" he asked as he padded my shoulder which gave me Goosebumps. "Uh, Quamaine..." "Ah! Well, catch you later Quamaine" As he jogged off, leaving me in my state of nervousness. After a few seconds, I realized that I had to go to school. I got in the car, wiped the sweat off with the sleeve of my shirt, and stuck the key in the ignition. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if he was still in view, but I was out of luck. I wanted to observe his bouncing butt one last time. Thoughts of him and I started to flow on my mind as I tried to start the car. The 1979 vehicle took longer then usual to start. It was really weird; it started off for a few and died right after I placed it in drive. What the fuck! I thought as I did the same thing to find out that it wasn't starting. Fuck! You piece of shit, you betta get going. After a third try, it took off like the survivor it was. I turned on the radio to check the time out which clearly indicated that I was really late. The car's sudden reaction took my mind off of Mr. Farley and the incident. The car was a ragged, but if that's what was going to transport me to school it had to have something comfortable. I installed a nice radio with a CD player. Crazy! Everybody thought, investing that much money on the car. My friends told me that the audio cost more then the car. I didn't care, it took me back and forth the whole summer; so why not treat it with a good system. I cruised down the Grand Central Parkway as I blasted off Mariah Carey's Butterfly album. I got to school at 9:04 and the search for parking was a breeze. I rushed threw the doors of Queens College and headed straight to my Math class. When the class ended at eleven, I went to the atrium as I looked around for prey. None of my high school friends attended this school, which led me to think that this was a new beginning. My next class was schedule for an hour later, and I didn't have anything to do during the time, so I went downstairs to the cafeteria to get something to eat. After I got the food, while I stood on line to pay the damn thing, I noticed a familiar face. It was Viviann, a girl that used to attend the same high school. She supposedly had a thing for me back then, and maybe was aware of my girlfriend. I whispered her name as she looked back to discover her dream lover. I was able to tell because of the sparkles she had in her eyes. She smiled and firmly hugged me. Uh!!! I thought to myself, but then again I was happy to see someone that I could talk to. "Hey, Q, how is it going?" she said with excitement in her voice. "Great, I guess. You?" I asked as we picked up our stuff and located a seat. "I'm Ok, how was your summer?" She was still excited, which made me uncomfortable for awhile. "Same O, Same O. I chilled with the boys and my girl and so on..." "How's Michael?" She asked as we enjoyed our gourmet breakfast. "I haven't heard from him..." "...Isn't he your boy or something?" "Uhm! You mean Nicolas?" "Yeah, that kid that used to walk with you all the time" "Nick... He's aiight. Chillin' in Tennessee" I said as I scanned the room for any good looking young buck. We proceeded in a conversation that led me to glanced at her once in a while, she looked good that day. But I wasn't feeling that sort of vibe. I took 'Fish' out of my diet this year, If you know what I mean. We chilled the whole day as my radar was on to detect the Happy People. There were cuties from all different nations, but restrained myself that day. My aunt had referred me to a job on campus. I was really happy with the idea of working late in the Counseling Department. I only had one early class a week, and begun to love the atmosphere at Queens C. Later that day, I got off the job with a happy face. The sky was still dark when I stepped outside. I was a little bit confused of where I was parked because I remembered parking next to a white Honda Accord, sporty looking with some yellow stickers on the windshield. Anyway, it wasn't next to my car when I got there. Or, was I parked by it? I got in my car and it started off pretty well. Impressed by my little survivor, and blasted off the music as I exited the parking lot. The morning incident flowed on my mind, as I started to envision Mr. Farley and I passionately kissing and being held by his muscular grip. Thoughts of him kissing me by the ears and smiling, and letting me touch his round bubble butt. All of sudden, I had a flashback of one of my good "quickies". This happened back in Atlanta when I was attending Sister Mona Lou's Boarding house. Nicolas, who was one of my best friends, had introduced me to a video store where it was ok to have sex in the booths. I loved hanging out there after school because that's where I felt at ease. Actually, it was the first gay place I had ever gone to. Well, before I proceed, let me briefly tell you about Nicolas. We attended the same high school in Atlanta, but we never knew each other was gay. We couldn't stand each other, always shutting and cutting off one another. Well, one of the counselors that knew that I was gay, and was gay himself, never mentioned it to me; until one day when we both got in trouble. Nick was in his office, should have been in detention, laughing and joking. When all of a sudden, the happy moment interrupted with my entrance. As soon as we made eye contact, I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. The counselor sensed the tension between us and sat us next to each other. He started laughing at us when he noticed the attitude we had. And said that he loved when two 'sisters' couldn't stand each other. We were both shocked and quickly starred at one another with the couldn't-believe-it look. Anyway, at the end of the day, Nick approached me and we spoke about the wonderful Happy life. And I got invited over his house and the rest is history. We never went out, but messed around a lot and became the squat team of Hillcrest high. We were partners for life. Anyway let me continue. Well, one day after school, I had the best sex ever with an outsider- someone that didn't live with us at Sister Mona Lou's- in the video store. I used to see him once in a while in the store. He was a football built, dark skinned, stood at 6', cute, macho, butch, and older obviously. As for me, I was 5'3" and 15 years old. I always wanted to feel and taste him, touch his big and smooth chest, lick his long shaped legs. I felt that he also wanted a piece of the caramel little boy. I was badly in need of him, so I made my move. I walked up to him , looked at his face, and started touching his big arms, back, and neck as I walked around him. He stood there following my every move and gently grinned. Needless to say, my heart was pounding like crazy. I mean, I have never done that before with someone outside. I wasn't an aggressive person and couldn't believe the act that I was committing. We were alone in the tape aisle as I stopped facing him, looking directly into his eyes. My right hand landed on his chest as he followed my move quickly and then looked at me. "What are you doing right now?" I asked in an artificial voice, but very soft and serious. He looked at my lips, which were crying for his to brush up to, and said "Getting the feeling that I'm gonna enjoy this" as he moved closer to me. I stepped back to lean on the tape aisle for support as the butch man leaned on me. He gently laid a kiss on my wet lips and sucked on the bottom lip. I closed my eyes and wondered if he felt my beating heart. I was scared and still couldn't believe what the hell was I doing. I rubbed my soft hands on his arms as he quickly flexed them to reveal their thickness. Wow!, I thought. He pulled back and opened his eyes as he licked his lips. "Let's go..." I murmured and grabbed him by the hand. I was leading this man in the most appreciated booth. It was small, but we could have handled our business. Though, the owner wasn't cool with that sort of activity that I was going into, but he liked me and was cool with my act. As we got in the booth, he locked the door and quickly pushed me against the wall, savagely kissing me and touching me. He then went down on my neck and started sucking as I pressed his head harder revealing my spot. He went on savagely which turned me on. I groaned and moaned in great pleasure. He sucked my ear, licked and kissed me. "Are your ready for this?" he asked roughly as he paused from the action that he seemed to be enjoying. I nodded in agreement and pulled his head over to kiss him. I was loving this. He pulled my shirt off as he sucked on my hard nipples. Oh shit, that felt good. His warm lips swallowed it with great force. It was driving me wild, I wanted to scream out of my lungs, but restrained myself. Instead, I moaned and breathed heavily. I quickly undid his jeans to reveal his hard dick. Not knowing what to expect, I started going down so that I could suck him. But, he held me by my chin and pulled me up to savagely kiss me as I lured out the hard stick. I t had to be at least nine inches long. Impressed by the size of his cock, I started squeezing that sucker from the base up, as he jerked it every time I did. He then, held my arms, still kissing and sucking on me, and pinned me on the wall. As he went deeper on my neck. He licked up and down my chest. He then released me from the grip and commanded me to bend down and suck his stick. He was really rough, so I obeyed and landed quickly on my knees as I took a good look at the fat black stick. He held his cock as he slapped my lips with it, waiting for my mouth to open. I wanted to enjoy the view, but was quickly forced to suck. He held the back of my head and force fed it to me, letting me taste the first few inches of the stick. It tasted just like I expected-rough, salty, and delicious. I was craving for it. And indeed, I had it all to myself. I sucked it slowly while I enjoyed his manly smell. Then, his gripped got tighter as he shoved it down my throat. I was gagging and tears filled my dark brown eyes, but I didn't care. He was fucking my mouth pretty good and rough. He kept on going faster, while I gagged and enjoyed the feed back from it. I quickly held him by the waist in order to slow him down, but I failed. His gripped unable me to move and the force coming from his hips wasn't affected by my grip. He moaned in great pleasure as he pushed his dick further, making me swallow all of it. He held on my head as he dropped his warm juice down my throat. It was glossed up with my saliva and his cum. I swallowed every bit of it. He stepped back and looked down at me with a serious and dangerous look as I wiped my eyes off. "Now, it's your turn." He said as he picked me up off the floor. His gripped was really strong, but I didn't care about the pain he was causing because it quickly turned into a feel a pleasure. He undid my jeans and left me in my briefs. I stood there like an innocent kid, which I was, not knowing what was next for me. He pulled me against him as he rubbed his cock on my stomach. He laid a kiss and licked down. He stormed me onto the floor, which could have hurt if it wasn't for the cushioned, where I landed on my side. Understanding how rough he was handling me made me excited. I loved the roughness. He bent down to grab me by the leg and rolled me over. I looked at his face to discover that he still had that serious and dangerous look. It was getting sort of scary. After he rolled me over on my back, he pulled me over by sliding me on the floor. My legs were spread apart as he stood in the middle. My aching dick was waiting for his warm mouth to surround it. He slowly rubbed his hand on the bulged that appeared on the briefs and said. "A nice one, eh?" "Uhm,...." I moaned. He took my briefs off and dove right in my crotch licking my balls. It was so great that I jerked on the floor. He quickly swallowed my dick as he made my warm dick excited. It felt really good as he sucked up and down. Oh yeah! I was moaning out of my lungs. He was feeling on my butt at the same time, rubbing my ass hole with his thumb. He then forced his thick middle finger up my ass and I gasped for air. I was in pain, but loved every single of it. I was about to cum when he quickly stopped and rolled me over to my stomach. Felling so good and weak, due to ecstasy, my body was light and relaxed. He pulled my butt up, while I faced down, and started to kiss and suck my hole. At that point I gave up, it was too good to be true. I couldn't d anything then moaning and wiggling all over. "Are you fuckin'?" I heard he say with a deep but weakened voice. "Hell fuckin' yeah!" I exclaimed knowing how much I wanted this man to penetrate me. I got on all fours and led out a cry when he roughly pushed his dick up my little hole. It caught me off guard and all my body shivered. He resumed action and pounded my ass with his stick. I began to sweat and breath heavily as my body heat rose higher and higher. He slammed it at full force. He held me by my hips and went on as a fucking machine. He grabbed my dick as I quickly unloaded all over the floor. He big hands moved up by my shoulders as he went in deeper, tearing up my insides with the baseball bat. He moaned loudly as he slowed down to release his load in me. It felt great. I quickly got up and leaned over his chest as he kissed my neck. After he released his juice, he got up and threw me my brief and accessories. He quickly got dressed while I quickly did the same. I headed to the door with this big smile on my face when he held the door. He was blocking it from opening. I didn't understand what was going on, I knew I was done because that was a hell of a sex making. He couldn't be asking me for some more sex. I looked at him with my happy face. "Uh! Where you going, where's my money?" he asked with a mean look. Needless to say, I was shocked and frightened. "Money? What money?" I said as I tried to unlock the door. His foot was down at the door as he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me over. "I need my fuckin' money, kid" he said as he looked straight in my frightened eyes. "What the fuck's wrong with you? I ain't got no fucking money" I said very scared and trying to pull away from the grip. "Shit, you aint leaving then" "I don't have money..." I responded in a low voice. But I did have money on me that night. "What the fuck, you think I like doing this, you little faggit. I don't get pleasure outta this" he said angrily as he turned around to pin me on the wall. "You do it for money?" I said with a disappointed look on my face "Yea, you little cock sucker. Gimme the fuckin' money or I'll kick your ass right now!" he said as his grip got tighter. "Alright! Lemme go, I'll... I'll get you some" he stared at me as I reached down and got a fifty dollar bill. "That's all I have, man" "you sure?" "yeah, honest..." I said while I looked at him unlocking the door. He had an angry looked on his face and stared at me, which quickly froze me. "Get your faggity ass outta here" As he opened the door to let me out. I ran like I've never run before. I was shocked and clueless. I was quickly snapped back to reality when the driver behind me blew his horn alerting me that the light was green. I quickly stepped on the pedal as I fully recovered from the memories that brought happiness at first, but then sadness. My eyes started to tear up, but I didn't cry. To be Continued... Hi, did i get you going? Hope so, if you have any comments, critics, and/or suggestions please email them to edmike66@hotmail.com, as I will greatly appreciate them. Like I've said, this is my first time so please keep it real. Part two depends on you. Thank you for reading and have a nice day.