Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 17:18:46 -0800 From: email@example.com Subject: Sister Mona Lou's Boys 5 DO NOT PROCEED IF GAY STORIES OFFENDS YOU Rated: -YGM18+ -R.U.One2. The characters of this STORY have Unprotected sex, thus reenacting these scenes requires the use of a/several condom(s). This Is A Story. UNEDITED VERSION Author's Note: Welcome back to a new semester/season of the series that got you going. It is brought to you with a new look and a new attitude. I apologize for taking this break from the series, as Life can be pretty rough on some. I would like to thank the fans for their patience and for keeping in contact with me. I appreciated the inquiries of the story. But what's interesting is that, I thought that it was going to be a 10 part story, but I've got so much other things that came up. Part 5 is still in 1997--- I have a special sumthin' plan for Quamaine in 1999, So you could just imagine. Well, let me not keep you. I just hope you enjoy this one. Bedtime Stories Presents Sister Mona Lou's Boys with Ed'Michael as Quamaine Persaud Williams Inspired by Actual Events The following are excerpts from chapters 1 to 4: -*- It was a cloudy Monday morning when I woke up from the loud bang I heard in my sweet dream... 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 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... -*- 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... "Hey, how are you doing this morning?" He said in a manly voice, as I tried to unlock the back door... The drink I was having for breakfast 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... "No problem. What's your name young man?" He asked as he padded my shoulder, which gave me Goosebumps. "Uh, Quamaine..." -*- 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 you ready for this?" He asked roughly as he paused from the action that he seemed enjoying. I nodded in agreement and pulled his head over to kiss him. I loved it. He pulled my shirt off, as he sucked on my hard nipples. His warm lips swallowed I with great force. It drove me wild, I wanted to scream out of my lungs. I restrained my composure. Instead, I moaned and breathed heavily... 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... "Are you fucking?" I heard he ask with a deep but weakened voice. "Hell fucking yea!" 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... -*- I loved the 1979 car. It was a blue, four-door hatchback, and truly ugly... the ride home was easy, I thought, until the car started to act up on the highway. I was doing 70 when it slowed down as if it was possessed. The gas pedal was fully depressed, as I switched lanes quickly, not understanding what was going on. Shit! It died... I quickly got out and came across a fine looking young man. He walked very sexy in a proper posture, at least 6 feet tall, and slim. "Queens College?" He shouted as he made his stop in front of me. "Huh!!?" in confusion. "Do you go to Queens College?" he said as he grinned. He had a low fade, milk chocolate complexion, and red lips with a cute goatee, a squared face, and nice cheekbones. Beautiful teeth, ooh!! At 5'5" I had to look up at him. I also thanked the Heavens, for they have sent him to rescue me... He then offered to help as he took my school bag and walked towards his car. I was intrigued by his manners, and he said. "By the way, I'm Chris."... He was looking down at the steering wheel. "Want me..., you know, come pick you up tomorrow, since we got class together." he asked as he turned around to look at me. I hesitated for a sec, but then realized how beautiful it would look like walking to class with the handsome young buck. "Uh, sure. if it's not a problem"... -*- I quickly detected a `hard-on': the bulge in the young Indian man's shorts made it obvious that he wanted to do something. I tried my best not to appear suspicious and glanced every now and then. What he did next really turned me on. He stretched out his legs by making himself very comfortable and reached down on the bulge. He rubbed it a little then straightens it, as he looked very focused on what's being said in class. He straightens it by making the head point to his navel, as it resembled a big lump going from his stomach to his nuts. It was him and I only in his little world of entertainment. I focused on it quickly as he looked down at his shorts and was enjoying what he was doing. He pumped and jerked his penis as the belt buckle went up and down. Up and down, it was sort of an exercise. Up and down, up and down... -*- The best part about going home that day was the fact that no one was there. They were due home in 3 hours, as I was anxious on exercising my palm. "What's up John?" I said to the fourteen-year-old boy that lived in the house behind ours. John had an awesome looking older cousin named Justin. That brotha was fine, light to almost white skinned, with cute little freckles, beautiful coarse dread locks that reached down his neck, and slim. Well, they both looked alike only he was older and a bit taller. They were weed addicts, of course, and seemed to not want school to be part of their lives. Oh, well I always thought to myself. "Hey! What's going on man?" He replied as he got up approaching me with a pound. I quickly glanced around to see if Justin wasn't around. "Nothin' kid..." I stopped and observed that he was looking at me in a different way. I moved back to resume my steps to the house, and asked "What?" "I wanna hit that skin" he said bluntly. To my surprise, he had a serious face. "WHAT?" I asked totally shocked. "You heard me, I want some of you." "Yeah, whateva man." and walked away. "I'm serious dawg!" he shouted... "Oh yeah!" I replied in the same tone... He got dressed as I did the same without looking at the professional kid that just worked my ass pretty well. "Where did you learn that?" I continued. "My cousin." He replied as he moved towards the rack. "Oh! Really?" I asked with excitement. "Is he, by chance, you know...like that?" "You would have to find out yourself, man" he said laughing... -*- "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... 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... "Would you happen to know anything about computers?" He asked me as we started to walk slowly. "Yeah, sure, sure..." I followed him to his colonial home down the block... 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... 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... The kiss that seemed to be forever was interrupted by my quick peak at the wall and sighted a family portrait... "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... -*- I sort of fixed myself on the way down to Justin's house... "Yea, so I heard... Yo, I hear that you know how to work this" He said in a serious tone and grabbed his crotch while he wiggled his thick penis. I was stunned at his action, which I thought was very blunt, and looked surprised. "What? Yo, that's what I hear... Ain't that true, dawg?" He asked, surprised at my reaction as well. I cleared my throat "Uhm... I... I... I guess"... Without a word, I pulled him forward and instantly swallowed his dick in my warm mouth, as if it was a vacuum. `Oh, yeah...' he moaned softly... I pulled it out of my mouth and lifted it up to his stomach. Now, why did I do that for, I had no idea. "Yo, don't stop now...That shit was good." He said under his breath... "Open up a lil' bit" he whispered after a pause... The shaft went in and out of my mouth... "Yo, here it cums... Oh yeah, its cuming" He whispered softly in the air, accelerating on his thrust, gagging me as I felt his cock reach the back of my throat. The head engulfed, and his thick squirt hit the back of my throat. I gulped as he began to fill my mouth with his juice... "Aiight, man... I'm done... there's no more" He laughed at me. It popped out of my mouth rapidly, and I swallowed every drip of my saliva that remained in my mouth. "...Damn, man... you suck betta than my bitch." he continued... -*- Let us now proceed with the 5th part of the series... The writer of Quamaine's Bedtime Story has provided a portion of part 5. Quamaine's Bedtime Story is a co-written project. It was already the second week of school when I realized that Queens College was the place for me. Just being around all the diverse cultures it contained made me at ease. Labor Day arrived by mid-week, making the West Indian Parade the main topic on that Tuesday. I loved crowds, but for some odd reason, I wasn't feeling the need to go to the Festivities. I woke up on Wednesday with a smile on my face, as I reminisced about the past weekend. It relieved the stress that I was inheriting at home. Though, I knew staying at home with my loving family would have been a disaster, my room was my destination point. I didn't want to make any plans, for fear of getting aggravated at the sight of anyone. It was almost noon when boredom started to strike. So I decided to go jog in the park, as to laugh at myself for being the `Bitch of the Week End.' I had finally tasted Justin before he left--Thank God for that--and Mr. Farley. I had no desire to see Justin that day, well simply, because he was leaving and I knew that saying good bye would have been very sad. I felt some sort of connection with him, for some reason. I didn't want to cry; I hated losing friends, especially good ones (if you know what I mean). I went through my dresser in search of a pair of shorts that would suit me well that day. And of course, I found one that matched with my New Balance running shoes. Thus, I was ready to walk out that door for my exercise. I made it out of the house, through the garage door, without anyone spotting me. As I began to stretch, I was in deep thoughts about how the grass looked greener then usual. What must have happened? It was marvelous. "Mr. Quamaine. How are we doing today?" I heard a familiar voice call out, as it brought me back to earth. I quickly turned around to face Ronald Farley. I smiled at his sight and approached him with a handshake. "How are you?" I asked. "I'm sorry, did I scare you just now?" He asked with a puzzled face. I giggled, "Uh, no, no. Not really." What was up with me--what a bitch I was? He glanced at me in a sensual way and smiled lightly. "I see that you were about to go jogging, would you mind..." His voice floated when a person standing behind me abruptly disrupted him. Ronald looked up and quickly indicated me, with his eyes, that someone was waiting on me. I cleared my throat and turned slowly around to face the handsome young flesh. From bottom to top, I glared at the person. He stood with a pair of loosened up Timbs, his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, a matching shirt, and his dreads covering most of his face. I gulped as I realized that it was Justin, with a sadden expression on his face. He looked at me. Actually, we both stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, I broke out by saying... "Are you OK?" Of course in concern. He waved at Mr. Farley and brushed the hair off his face. Boy, he was so cute! "Uh, can we... Can we like talk for a sec..." He said slowly. I quickly looked back at Mr. Farley, with a troubled face. He understood my state of mind and said "Oh, well. Go ahead, uhm... I'll meet... meet you at the park then." "Yeah, I guess so. I gotta head over a friend's house right quick..." I prolonged while scratching my forehead. "Sure, no problem." "Yeah--I gotta go" I pointed back at Justin. I was wondering what must be wrong. I turned around and met with Justin, as Mr. Farley headed on his way. Our eyes met, but then his dropped to the ground. "What's the matter?" I asked as I tried to make eye contact with him. "Yo... Something's been up. Can we go inside?" He responded, as he pointed at his house. I nodded in agreement and followed him. We got into the quiet home, with packed boxes all over. They were soon to be on their way. What must be up, I thought as I also wondered why was he dragging me into a room. The room was big enough for a young man, it must have been his room. Suitcases packed and unpacked laid across the room near the mat that was on the floor. I stopped dead on my tracks. "Where are your folks?" I asked with a confused face. "They ain't here... They out getting' the Uhaul truck." He responded rather calmly. I walked in further more and saw a Super Nintendo connected to a small TV set from behind the wall. I got a little excited at the sight of the game set. It was noticeable to the eye. He laughed lightly at me and invited me to play, as he stretched out on the floor. I quickly noticed that he had my favorite game pak, Mortal Kombat 3. He turned it on as I grabbed a seat next to him on the floor. We were ready to battle when I said, with all concentration on the fighting game "You don't seem to be to excited on going away." As I emphasized on the `to excited' part. "Nah man. New York is the shit!" He chuckled. "Yeah!" I laughed lightly. "That's my word, son!" He continued with eyes locked on the screen, fingers pressing hardly on the controller, and chewing on his tongue. It was the first round, and he kicked my butt. I held on the controller with a firmer grip, as to have more control. The second round started with him kicking my butt once more, but I wasn't about to let that happen. "Son, the other night..." He began to say when it caught his attention that I was about to kick his butt this time around. I was into the game. It was really intense, but I won. He smiled lightly as I raised to roof for my victory. "... I let you have that!" He continued. "Yeah right!" I responded sarcastically. "... The other night was real" He continued with a serious look. "Eerrr... Real?" "Yeah, you know, `twas hot... Incredible." He prepared himself to get another ass whooping, in the third round. "Well, yeah I got skills like that!" I said jokingly and we both laugh. Then, the aggression on the controllers restarted as he realized--well again--that I was about to kick his ass. I was a pro at that game. "What's up man? Talk to me, what's the problem?" I continued. After I've finished him on the game, he paused to look at me. Actually, we both looked at each other with a surprise look. I won again. He must have thought that I was a wuss. "I wanna... I wanna ask you somethin'?" He said softly. "And?" "Hold up son? Do you realize that you just kicked my butt in Mortal Kombat?" I smiled as he got up with a playful frown and about to wrestle me. We wrestled on the floor, tickling me any place he could have gotten. But then, he got me in an arm lock from behind. Causing me to lie on my stomach while he's on top of me. I couldn't stop laughing. My hands were caught in between his abs and my lower back. I tried to reach down in order to pull his prick, so that he could have gotten off of me. He sensed my intention and pressed his chin on my back. I screamed laughingly, "OK. OK, you win!" He loosened his lock lightly, as I felt a lump on my ass cheek, and remained in the same position. Sister Mona Lou's Boys Will Continue Written by Ed'Michael Next time, The room was big enough for a young man... I stopped on my tracks and asked, "Where are your folks?" "They ain't here... They out getting the Uhaul truck."... We sat down on the floor... "Son, the other night was... That shit was real!" Justin said. "But..." I began to say when he went for the kiss. He gently laid his soft pink lips on mines, closing our eyes at the same moment... The rest is for next Tuesday. Comments/Suggestions/Critics: firstname.lastname@example.org Thank you for reading- Let a friend know about it. This has been from the Bedtime Stories Collection, An Edmike's Arc-en-Ciel Production. Edmike/bedtimestories. Copyright 2000.