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African Prince
Chapter 1
As Mikey mechanically got off the schoolbus and turned toward his house
he mentally kicked himself for missing his stop again. The monotony of
six years of elementary school and a year and a half of junior high had
given him an uncanny ability to zone out and disappear into his own mind.
Unfortuanately the ability reared itself regularly, wanted or not. He
reassured himself that it was no big deal. He would walk an extra half
mile or so today.
As Mikey walked, still in the fog that had caused him to miss his stop,
he kicked rocks, garbage, sticks and any other targets that happened to
come in range of his foot without forcing him to break stride. What was
really on his mind however was the erection he had sprung on the bus
thinking about his neighbor Julie Osbourne. He had come to think she was
the cutest girl in school.
Julie had moved to town two years earlier. Although she lived right down
the street from Mikey and was always especially kind to him in school, he
was just too shy to pursue anything. They often talked in school and she
was downright flirtateous with him at times. Although he enjoyed this
immensely, his shyness was overpowering. He always wanted to further the
relationship, but he could only manage to do so in his fantasies.
Perhaps his shyness arose from the fact that he felt so out of place in
his small, White, largely Christian town. Mikey's Mom was African, and
his father had been of Native American descent. His Mom was a deeply
spiritual person, but this quality seemed to Mikey to come out as
eccentricity. The house was thoroughly decorated with African and Native
American art. To Mikey it was all just a reminder of how different his
house was from everyone else's in town.
Trying to think of other things, Mikey managed to get his erection down
to a softer, controlled, less visible phenomena before he entered the
house. His Mom had baked some cookies for him - the closest thing to
junk food he ever found at home. He gobbled the cookies down one by one,
pausing only for intermittant gulps of milk.
"I've got to go to the bank and run some errands, honey." His Mom said
in her sweet motherly voice.
Even though he was embarrassed of his Mom's eccentricity and sometimes
even her race, Mikey loved his mother dearly and he felt closer to no one
else. He had only a couple of vague memories of his father. He was
killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small child. His mother believed
the policemen had killed her husband out of mistaken identity, brutality,
or racism. Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime the
policemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaine on her husband.
He was a strong man and a good husband, and with justice never having
been served nearly ten years later it still tore her up inside.
"Okay." Mikey replied, hiding his genuine happiness that she was going
out. He would have a chance to take care of his horniness at last.
Still sitting at the kitchen table, his erection started to swell again,
and he pulled his teeshirt down to be sure his Mom couldn't see the
bulge. He waited and watched as she got her purse and keys together and
finally went out the door with the final words, "I'll be back in a little
bit."
As soon as the door closed behind her, Mikey got up and walked to the
bathroom. He retrieved a handful of tissues and proceeded upstairs to
his room. He was quite paranoid of being caught, and on his way by
locked the front door to slow his Mom down if she came home sooner than
expected. As he entered his room, he closed the door firmly behind him,
pulled all the shades in his room, and got naked. There was something
energetic and erotic about just his own nakedness, and especially so with
sexual thoughts about Julie racing through his head at a phenomenal rate.
He layed down on his bed, his erection unbelievably complete. The skin
on his penis was so taught that the slightest touch by his own hand sent
a shiver through him. He couldn't believe how charged up he was. It
seemed his erection was bigger and harder than it ever had been before.
As thoughts of Julie naked, smiling, running her hands across his bare
chest filled his mind, he began to slowly stroke. Mikey forced his
imagination to backstep the encounter with her. He liked to imagine the
seduction, the kissing, the removal of clothing, the sucking of nipples,
eating her out, her giving him head, and not until he was ready to blow
did he reach the ultimate fantasy of sinking his dick into her. One by
one he proceeded through vivid mental images of the encounter, stroking
himself slowly, forcing himself to slow or stop when he felt close to the
edge.
Although Mikey had only been masturbating for about a year, he had
mastered the technique of bringing himself to mind-blowing ectasy.
Whenever he masturbated he tried to make it the best he could. He had
realized the sacred rule of masturbation. There is no point in rubbing
yourself raw for a mediocre reward; If you're going to do it, do it
right.
His Mom was a deeply spiritual person and it was that spirituality that
gave her a philosphical strength that made her a perfectionist in many
respects. Mikey's upbringing was both solid and chaotic. His Mom was
truly a role model, and internally Mikey was strong like her. But when
it came to dealing with the external world, socially, Mikey faultered in
embarrassment or fear.
Mikey's member was oozing precum at a prestigeous rate. Meanwhile, Julie
had just planted her first kiss upon the head of his penis. He had a
crystal clear vision of her wrapping her lips around just the head of his
penis as she looked into his eyes. He removed his hand from his penis
momentarily as this image was just too much to hold out any longer. It
was too late. He began sliding his open fist up and down the length of
his penis faster than ever as he imagined plunging into her from behind.
Julie on all fours; Perky breasts shooting down toward the bed that
they were on; Her cries piercing the air as she screamed his name in
passion. As he began to spu, the first blast of cum landed on his
stomache. Images began to race through his head. The second, much
more powerful blast landing in a line running across his left nipple. His
thoughts raced from Julie to a thousand other sexual desires. Another,
spuing across the center of his chest and landing at the base of his
neck. Images of girls and women from every aspect of his life. He saw
his cum splashing on the face of his best friend's older sister. A
fourth shot of cum hit the underside of his chin. He saw Mrs. Andersen,
his biology teacher, bare chested; his cum dripping from her mouth; she
rubbed it into her tits. And he spued and spued and spued and it
splashed across his chest. He saw Amy Christians sliding her pink and
wet and smooth and naked pussy down the length of his dick; she still
holding her cheerleading pom-poms. A jet of his own cum hit him in the
face. He saw his Mom; he saw her face; he saw her smooth wet lips
accentuate her mouth; she wore her favorite headband - yellow and black
and distinctly African; she wore her favorite dress - red and black and
yellow and wrapped loosely but sclupted to her chest; her breasts,
large, perfectly rounded; he saw a hint of cleavage; and he slid his dick
between her tits.
Mikey's penis fell limp and lifeless and his hand fell away beside it.
Even as the orgasm still tingled through his body, he felt guilty for
what he'd done. His mother? Where had that come from? He'd never had
a sexual thought about her in his life. Yet as if he had dedidicated some
sexual memorial to her, his last masturbatory image had been of her. The
guilt grabbed his hand and reached the tissues and tried to wipe him
clean of what he'd done. Cum had dripped off his chest, his neck, his
face and now his bed was nothing for his Mom to make. He bundled up the
bedspread put it in his closet, grabbed a towel, and got into the shower.
As the hot water began to rinse him clean, he relaxed a little. "No big
deal. A freak thought entered my mind in the throes of passion." Mikey
washed himself thoroughly head to toe, and the more he washed the better
he felt. He shut off the water, dried himself, wrapped a towel around
himself and headed for his room.
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