Date: Sat, 06 Nov 1999 01:47:18 GMT
From: Ed'Michael Ecrivain <edmike66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sister Mona Lou's Boys

A Note to the Reader,

The following is rated YGM18+ and RUone2; in other words, you must be of
legal age and pro man-to-man sex in order to read this. This story is not
intended to harm anyone; it is created for entertainment purposes.
This series is based on what happened, what's happening, and what I would
dream to happen with, of course, a sprinkle of imagination. Enjoy.
Finally, I would like to thank the readers for their warm comments and
criticism, I truly appreciated them. Oh, also, str8 people thinks this is
interesting.
And now, our feature presentation

				SMLB, The Third Part.

I shut the door behind him with a more uplifting spirit and expression on my
face. As though, I was cured from the disease that made me unhappy. I stood
by the door as I tried to figure out if it was a dream or just reality.
Also, the fact that Justin might be part of the Happy Family got to me.
Well, he appeared to be a homophobic, and once, I heard him make a negative
remark to someone. But, then I remembered something a good friend told me
once.
A person who accuses, or constantly accuses, someone of being a
`society-disapproved' individual is mostly guilty or thought about
committing that crime. As in, a person who accuses another of being gay,
actually thought about it or done it before. Which is true most of the time,
test it for yourself.
I ran up the stairs with my arms wide open, as to fly away, and began to
sing Butterfly by Mariah Carey. I had to call Nicolas to dish this out, Wow!
This was great news. Whoops! I forgot to wipe myself as the creamy liquid
dripped down my crack and stained my pants. Oh, well, let me let it dry out,
anyway I wanted his juice to mingle with my insides, and gossiped away with
Nick.

Saturday's beautiful weather woke me up from my beauty sleep. The sky was
crisp bleu and the sun shone brightly over the green pastures. It was a
perfect day for the block party being held that day. Of course, Chris was
invited as a very important guest. I wanted to be with him that day in order
to really get to know him. We really clicked since the first day we met,
which I considered a strange reaction on my part. I was not a people person,
that is, it was understood that I was anti-social and bashful and anything
that indicated that I didn't want to be `friends'. Though, I never saw it
like that, but people had that impression of me.
	I acted as if I didn't want to be approached, while in fact, I wanted
friends, any kind- straight, white, black, young, old, male, female (well,
not really), and definitely, Happy people. I wanted someone to talk to,
period. Anyway, my morning hard-on was as hard as brick when I held it with
a firm grip while stretching out. I could have sworn I heard Justin's voice
down the hall, but then realized it was all in my imagination. OK!
	I laid on the bed as I pulled the covers up to my face and smiled lightly
as I began to drift away in my thoughts. Sr. Mona Lou's place was where it
all began. Boy! Was it wonderful down there?

When I was five years old, I attended a boarding house in Atlanta because my
mother was in the process of a divorce. They were moving to Florida to
settle some stuff out and they didn't want me around all that mess. It was a
beautiful home. It was fifteen-room mansion, an old one that Sister Mona
Lou, the owner, restored. She loved children and couldn't have any of her
own, obviously.
	We were thirty-three kids in the house. They were more boys than were
girls; some of them were foster kids, some rich kids, and some ordinary kids
that gave their parents a hard time. Their parents sent them down there for
punishment. Some of them got it, some didn't. Anyway, there was a lack of
girls in the house; I believe they were nine or eleven. I didn't worry about
them anyway.
	One day I went to Franklin's room and decided to hang out in there. He
shared room with his brother and some other kid. We were all in the room
cracking jokes. He was probably twelve or thirteen at the time, and I was
five or six. They were joking about teenage stuff and I knew that they
weren't discussing anything that mattered to me, so I popped in Franklin's
bed. It was broad daylight and he was under the covers.
	They had bunk beds, which his was on top and one singled out, in the middle
of the room. They were all under their covers. I went under the covers and
saw an unusual thing. I knew I had one of them, but this one was huge. I
also noticed that he had skin over his and I didn't. He was stroking it, up
and down, very gently. Suddenly, I grabbed the dark, red head, bent, erected
penis so that I could try it too. I was stroking it for him, but he reacted
negatively by pushing my hand away without making a sound. I insisted on it
and grabbed it once more. He slowly moved his hand as if he was delighted
with my little hand strokes. He was loving it indeed. Until we heard three
blows at the door. Doom! Doom! Doom!
	We were all horrified, frightened, and shocked. It was like we came back to
our normal senses; we woke up from the dead. It was as if our body came back
to earth from wherever world of ecstasy it was wandering. We all had the
what-do-we-do-look on our faces. It was like we were caught in a federal
crime. I went deeper under the covers and was definitely hiding from Sister
Mona Lou because she didn't like when I hung out with the older boys. Maybe
she sensed something. Anyhow, I would have been in deep trouble.
	I rolled over to hide behind Franklin as he quickly put his erected penis
in his pants. And then I pulled the covers over my head and made as if we
were one. So, then, his brother opened the door from her, as she quickly
came in and told us to get ready for lunch. She was interrupted by one of
the housekeepers and exited the room. That was a close call, I sighed.
	Our hearts were pounding like crazy. I knew if I was caught, I could have
suffered from a heart attack. When she left the room, I felt as if I was
disabled. My entire body went to sleep, unbarring me to move. I heard the
door shut behind her and they all burst out laughing; that's when I knew the
coast was clear to get out. Hey, what are doing there, I heard the brother
asked as I made it down. And that was it, I thought.
	Later that day, the kids and I were playing around. (NO) You know, kids
stuff, super hero sort of games.  We were imitating the Thunder Cats, which
of course was my favorite cartoon. I saw Franklin, all alone, and didn't pay
him a mind. I was caught up in the game due to the fact that I was winning.
I pulled out my sword to make it grow just like on TV, when Franklin passed
by. While in the process of the magical moment, I was interrupted by him as
he asked me to come upstairs with him. He appeared serious to me, so I
commanded my troopers to attack while I defeated. Yes, I went upstairs with
him.
	All of the kids were downstairs when we got in his room. The upstairs was
all ours to play around with. He shuts the door behind him, apparently
locked it, and looked at me in a funny way. I was still playing with my
sword when he dropped on the brother's bed. He asked me if I wanted to
continue what I was doing earlier as he lay on his stomach. Of course, I
said yes. Who wouldn't? He rolled over on his back and unzipped his pants.
He padded the bed for me to sit by him and I quickly jumped, very excited.
The feeling came over me naturally. That is, I knew what to do and how to do
it -- it seemed.
	Thus, I continued my maneuver from earlier as he enjoyed it very much. His
eyes were closed when he whispered for me to suck on it. I wrapped my
six-year-old lips around the pumped muscle while I held it from the base.
The stick appeared to be approximately 51/2 inches long. I tried to swallow
it as deep as I could, tasting every bit of it. I played around with his
pubic hair as I went up and down along his shaft, as quickly as possible. He
held my head and motioned it slowly.
I was doing it like a pro, I think, when all of a sudden he moved my head
faster and faster. His entire body shook when the slimy, creamy stuff,
filled my mouth. I was confused at that point, as I did not know what it
was. However, it felt marvelous going down my throat, as I was not capable
to move my head away. I kept on sucking, until he told me to stop. He
complimented me and I exited the room as if it was nothing. I went back to
the game and we lived happily ever after. Well, not really...

	These were the days where everyone was real close or, better yet, one room
down the hall. I wanted to beat my meat after this back-in-the-day moment,
but restrained myself due to the fact that my bladder was calling me. I
really had to go relieve myself.
	It was about eleven when I jogged by or on Powells Lane just by curiosity.
The polite neighbors were decorating the street as they waved and nodded at
my passing by. I was impressed by the decorations because they seemed to be
for a major event. What was really going on, I thought. But then, I realized
that this was a wealthy neighborhood and...
	Anyhow, after a great sweat, I headed home as to end the workout session
when my dark-brown eyes landed quickly on Justin's half-naked body, mowing
the lawn. Oh my God! I screamed in my thoughts, as I roamed his 5'8" tall
body, perfectly sculptured chest and arms with a six pack. Yes, I counted
six. He did not see me as I accelerated on my tracks, not wanting him to see
me either. What would I have said if he approached me, I had to act that
scene up in my mind. I would have literary melt in front of him. And we
didn't want that, right?
	Of course, my frustrating and aggravating mood was turned on when I ran
into my aunt criticizing my soon-to-be man with her daughters. Negativity
filled the house; everything was never good enough. Jeez!
	"--He'll never get a descent job with his head like that..." My aunt said
while chewing on some bread with her eyes locked on the poor Justin..."
that's so disgusting." Needless to say, I was offended by that comment.
	"He doesn't even go to school." Racquel added as if this man harmed them or
robbed them from breathing happily.
	"Thank god, he's not my son, because I wouldn't tolerate it. I would have
him take those dirty, filthy dread locks off." she said with a disgusting
tone in her voice.
	"Why? Why is it a problem?" I asked defensively and appeared very troubled
by that.
	"Because it's not beautiful, where do you think he could go with it. No
where. NO corporations will hire him looking like that." My aunt quickly
snapped.
	"And? People we are in 1997 now and ya'll need to lighten up a little.
Let's move ON." Emphasizing on the last part.
	"1997 huh? Don't you see how the White man is always neat..." She started to
say when I abruptly interrupted.
	"We are not White!"
	"Yeah, but..."
	"...But nothing. I hate when you people say that we have to act like the
Whites. No, I won't hear it"
	"Oh, I know we are not White, but they are the ones progressing..." She
stopped and looked at me with this unknown facial expression. "... You kids
don't understand. You are still young. By the way, it's time for you to cut
that hair of yours."
	"NO." I replied very flat and exited to the shower.

	Chris arrived at quarter to two o'clock and was perked up a little by his
sweet grin. Oo! I wanted to hug him as he held me firmly in his arms. Oh
well, wake up Quamaine, I thought. Well, after I introduced him to Tiffany,
it was like I wasn't present for a while. We all went to the block party and
socialized with the polite people. As for me, I stayed to myself while
Tiffany wondered away.
	It was a beautiful loving picture; everybody was enjoying themselves.
Laughs, chitchats, food, and games filled the streets. Chris was by my side
when he sensed that I had something on my mind. I was the type that would
let anything dominate me, and the disturbing discussion I had with my aunt
was dragging me down.
	"Are you OK, man?" He asked while he took a bite out of the hot dog.
	"Sure" I dragged.
	"You don't seem like it. What's up?" A concerned person, that was terrific.
	"Uh, school work. I'm just tired of it already." I said as I looked down at
the asphalt and quickly looked up, coming across one of Mr. Farley's
daughters. She smiled as she passed by us.
	"Already? Man, deal with it. That's life in college."
	"Yeah, tell me about it."
	"C'mon now, lets have fun man. I think that the girl that just passed by
likes you, go for it." I smiled at that comment and replied.
	"No fish..."
	"Huh?" He asked as I realized I made a mistake and replied smartly.
	"They don't have fish at the party, I'm craving for some fried fish." Well,
I didn't like fish either. So, it was to cover up
	John who appeared happy to see me quickly caught me in an arm lock. The
lock was easy to break loose from, and I quickly gave him a pound with a
smile.
	"Having fun man?" I asked while I rubbed my hand roughly in his hair.
	"Yeah man... Check it, we about to play some ball, wanna come with us?" He
said while he grabbed his crotch and looked at his right and left.
	"Yeah right!" I exclaimed because I wasn't a ball player and was in fear of
breaking a nail. Well, I didn't know which ball he was talking about
	"Check it dawg, I got something for you. Here..." He took a folded piece of
paper out of his pocket and handed it to me. I took it as I turned my back
away from Chris, who was roaming all over anyway. The Note had the letter J
embossed on it as I quickly opened it and began to read. It wasn't too
legible, but I made it out anyway. We Happy People have some good vision,
right? It read:
			Dear Q,
		Today is Saturday and I want to meet you at six.
		We have to talk about a thing, please come by
		and we get down.
			Justin
	Are you serious, I thought to myself as my eyes widen and began to smile as
well as John. He appeared to know what was waiting for me. I began to
envision my lips brushing against Justin's as he forced his tongue in my
mouth, making me swallow every drop of his saliva. I rubbed my hands gently
over his six packs and twisted his pink nipples. Finally, my dream came
true. Well, one of them, right?
	I pulled John towards me as I reached by his ears and whispered softly.
"What did you tell him?" He pulled back and laughed. he looked up at Chris,
who seemed to be wondering about what was going on between us, and gave me
that look as if to ask me if he was a member of the Family. I knew the look
and with my facial expression, John understood what I meant. No, he was not.
Yet.
	"Man, just do whatevah it says. You won't regret it" I smiled lightly at
the `won't regret it' part and looked down at the note. "Catch you lata
man." He continued as he walked away.
	"Yeah, yeah..." as I began to show my pearly whites to Chris, who I truly
wanted to tell abut my sudden happiness. Well, indeed, that note perked me
up t the fullest. Wouldn't you? I was going to get laid by Justin, the boy
next door. Wow! My fantasies were about to come true.
	"What was that about? It sure brought you back to life." Chris asked as he
followed me to the beverage stand. I didn't know what to choose because all
I could have seen on the menu was Justin. I stood there smiling, looking all
lost in my own world.
	"Hello!?" Chris asked and snapped me back to reality. Wasn't I a bitch or
what. I was out of this world because I was going to get laid by `The'
Justin. That kid was so hot.
	"Oh, sorry. What did you say?" I asked with a puzzled face.
	"That note just took your soul and mind away" he said as he gestured with
his hands, forming a wave like motion.
	"Oh! Yeah, its not...It's nothing." I replied as I tried to recover myself. I
quickly glanced at him when I noticed that he had that `yeah-whatevah-man'
look on his face. I stopped smiling, turned around, and came across Mr.
Farley. I gasped for air and yelped in shock, as I almost fainted at his
sight. Oh My God! I wasn't expecting him at all, not that way. The moment my
eyes landed on him, the incident played in my mind as I felt the whole world
evolved around me. My head was spinning like crazy while the noise and sound
around me were all echoed away.
	"Hello Quamaine..." he said with a smile and nodded at Chris "...are you guys
enjoying the day?" I stood there speechless. I've never been so gaga over
someone. Man, did he have an impact on me.
	"Yes, sir... quite a crowd!" Chris quickly said after he noticed my state of
mind. I shook my head in agreement at the end on his word and looked away.
	"Please, call me Ronald." He said in a soft manly voice.
	"Chris." They shook hands firmly.
	"I don't believe I've seen you before, you're not from around here?" Ronald
asked as he smiled lightly at me. I was melting of course.
	"No, I'm from Hicksville. I was invited by my school mate Quamaine." Chris
replied by looking at me.
	"That's great. Uh, are you fellows drinking anything, because I'm thirsty."
Ronald asked us as he dragged on the `thirsty' and made his way to the
stand, of course, got juice. Fruit punch was my favorite, and he apparently
liked it as well. We sipped away.
	"Hey! Quamaine, I'll be right back. I think I just saw someone I know"
Chris said squinting his eyes. Oh boy, I'm going to be alone with Ronald, I
thought. Instead of saying please don't leave me with this fine man...
	"Oh, sure go ahead" He walked away in his sexy walk as I quickly observed
Ronald checking him out.
	"Would you happen to know anything about computers?" He asked me as we
started to walk slowly.
	"Yeah, sure, sure...Uh, I know something about computers." I replied as the
drink trembled in my hands.
	"Oh great. I have a program to install, do you..." he stopped to face me and
looked deep in my eyes "...would you be able to help me in that matter?" Of
course I would, as it was the simplest thing ever.
	"Sure, why not?" I looked down at his chest not capable of resisting his
eyes.
	"That's just great, let's go give that sucker a piece of our mind." He said
with a smile that eventually caused me to melt.

	I followed him to his colonial home down the block as the BMW and the
Infinity license plates' `MD' symbol reflected on the ground. The house was
marvelous with an entrance to die for. Antiques filled the living room as
well as the hallway to the kitchen. He pointed and spoke about his carefully
crafted piece of furniture. He had a love for antiques, so he said.
	We walked upstairs silently and alive. Apparently, nobody was in the cozy
and quiet home, but the silence caused me to think that this house was in
trouble. Lack of communication was embossed in the perimeters; déjà vu.
Although, I tried not to look around, my curiosity and the attractiveness of
the whole setting caused me to take a peak. Our entrance to his was
accompanied by the mild scent of potpourri, lifting my soul to another
dimension. I envisioned floating over the Garden of Eden.
	"Welcome to my office" he said while he opened the door to the most
beautiful and modernized room of the house. Though, it was awkward, from an
antique bedroom setting to a modernized all black office room, but it was
very particular and cleaned. It appeared as a sacred room, but that was
where he spent most of his time.
	" Wow!" I said in an undertone, fascinated by the fixtures.
	"Well, let's get started then." he said with a smile, turning on the
computer and gestured for me to have a seat in his executive leather chair.
I tried to relax myself, as I sat down. The computer was logging on when he
sat on the desk, across me on the far right and crossed his arms.
	"So, how's school?"
	"Great, its just great" I replied staring at the computer screen.
	"Are you majoring in computers?"
	"No, I'm up for business management"
	"I see... I didn't see you on the tracks this week, you're not keeping up
with it?" I turned around to look at him, because I was overwhelmed by the
fact that he was paying attention to me, and fell in his trap of being
seduced. Our eyes locked, penetrating right threw me.
	"School has caused it" I dragged while trying to break the stare that was
leading me to the moment I always fantasized of, but never wanted it to
happen. The beep produced by the computer snapped us back to reality,
alerting that it was ready to log on. I quickly faced the screen that
appeared as a blur to me and had a confused facial expression on. He then
stood behind me and reached down on the keyboard, causing the heat generated
from his arms warm up my face. He leaned closer as I felt his every inhaling
and exhaling movement by my ears.
	He achieved to meet my hand that rested calmly on the desk, waiting for the
opportunity to start typing. I slowly turned my face as my eyes roamed his
facial features and instantly took my hand away, as the vibe from him
resulted in a boner. He's deep stare caused me to get up from the chair and
backed up a little, as he mimicked.
We stared at each other for awhile, maybe in shocked of what was going to
happen, and he walked towards me. I tried to break the stare but was
unsuccessful as he reached out and caressed my chin with his index finger.
	"Relax...Relax. I won't harm you." He said softly "Trust me..."
	"Uh, what are you doing?" I trembled
	"I know you know and you know that I know about the static we cause..."
	"Static?" I whispered as my face was being lifted smoothly by his finger
under my chin. I couldn't believe what was going on, I truly couldn't. With
all the power I could have invested within me, I tried to wake up from this
unrealistic scene. Welcome to the real world, it wasn't a dream. As I found
myself responding to this feeling and going for the kiss that we both
readied ourselves for.
My lips landed softy on his manly, but yet, soft and gentle warm lips,
closing our eyes at the same moment, causing goose bumps. His hands quickly
embraced my head from behind the ears as he opened his mouth and offered me
his tongue. I did the same and accepted his very gently, mingling and
tickling with one another. He was a great kisser. The Passionate kiss led me
to wrap my arms around him, squeezing him firmly alerting him of  how much I
wanted that moment. He responded by embracing me with passion as his gripped
felt tight by the waist.
	The kiss that seemed to be forever was interrupted by my quick peak at the
wall and sighted a family portrait. I pushed myself away at that moment,
after seeing Mrs. Farley's beautiful smile accompanied by her daughters.
	"Stop!... We have to stop, what the hell are we doing?! What am I doing?" I
said with a discordant tone and quickly turned my back at him, putting my
hands on my head in disbelief.
	"What? What's wrong...?"  He quickly asked as he moved towards me and put his
hands on my shoulder. "...What's the matter? We both wanted this, right?"
	"I have to go Ronald, I'm sorry" my voice cracked as I turned around and
moved away from him.
	"Quamaine wait!" I stopped and turned back, looking down. "I'm sorry, I
don't know what got into me, it's just..." He paused and looked at me as I
quickly noticed a troubled face. "...It's just, I've been... I've been having
these fee-thoughts lately and... and I couldn't help it anymore." He swallowed
deeply and appeared lost in thoughts. I stood there speechless, not knowing
what to say or do at that point. He sighed before he continued
	"Over the summer, I've developed something new about me, which was scary at
first, but... I've come to accept it and..."
	"NO, it can't be! You're married and you... you have children..." I began to
explain as I walked up to him.
	"Ever since I laid eyes on  you, I definitely knew that I was into guys.
And...And... I was afraid to approach you. But, it was obvious that you also was
into men, because of the way you would always stare at me." He continued to
explain with a drag and depressed tone. I hugged him and was received with
the same affection. I pulled my head back to look at him and to say, What? I
didn't know what to say, this man was in pain, I couldn't take advantage of
him. We both stared deeply at each other, and he leaned forward with a kiss.
	It led to a more profound kiss and neck sucking. `No marks please' I said
under my breath while doing the opposite by pressing his head firmer against
my neck. We moved towards the desk while sucking sweetly on each other's
tongues. He lifted me on to the desk, messing up everything on is as I
wrapped my legs around him, gently squeezing him. We kissed, caressed and
touched. I reached down to his slacks, squeezed the pumped muscle, and
started to unbutton his shirt.
	The loud bang from the front door quaked us, and we both pushed away. We
fixed ourselves rapidly, as I pretended to be working on the computer and he
was instructing me. The door was slammed once more, indicating us that the
person left the colonial home, leaving us alone. I got up to leave this
man's office with the intention of preventing getting caught. We looked at
each other and laughed at the situation loudly.
	"Uh, Ronald, I think it would be best if I left now" I laughed while
twisting my hair.
	"OK, it's OK.... Uhm!" he paused for awhile and appeared lost in me, deeply
looking into my eyes. "Uhm, I'm sorry if I came out to hard on you..."
	"No need to. Don't apologize" I interrupted while shaking my head in
disagreement.
	"Oh, OK... Uhm, can we do this again...Uh, well, I mean... meet one day to talk"
He asked tenderly.
	"Uh, sh, sh, sure." I replied with a smile as my eyes swirled around.
	"Great. What about we go grab something to eat someday in the city?" He
asked and brushed his mustache with his finger.
	"That sounds good." I walked around him to be closer to the exit.
	"Quamaine?" He called, stopping me in my tracks. He turned around to face
me and approached me with the sweetest kiss ever. I sucked on his lower lip,
drifting away in deep ecstasy. His hand ran down from my ears, to my
shoulders, and finally my arms. I broke the kiss.
	"I really think I should go now" with a smirked.
	"Yea..." he whispered softly with a smile. I proceeded to the door and heard.
	"See you soon"
I turned my head and smiled. "Soon"


Next time on SMLB,

	More and more people came to the party, rising my level of enjoyment and
amusement a bit higher then expected. Chris' keen sense of humor and
socialization with others caught my attention for a few hours.... I sort of
fixed myself on the way to Justin's place... I knocked and pushed the door
open, not knowing who to expect. Wow! My eyes widen when they landed
directly on Justin's half-naked body in a pair of red pleated boxers...as he
sat down across me...with opened legs, his penis laying across his thigh, and
pubic hair exposing threw the open hole.... That's for the next time, folks.

Writing a series is difficult when you don't really have an access to a
computer. It's even harder when you get the chance to type it, and you have
to rush in order to not get caught. Well, I write Sister Mona Lou's Boys
series in a notebook and then transfer it to a computer; that's why Part 3
had to end there, because I got tired of typing and I wanted to send
something now.
Thank you for reading and pass it on to a friend...

As always, comments,suggestions,and/or criticisms are warmly welcomed. Write
to edmike66@hotmail.com.
Thank you once again for reading my story.
Edmichael.

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