Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 15:58:11 -0800
From: EdMike O'NYC-- AYISYEN mwen ye <edmike66@collegeclub.com>
Subject: Quamaine's Tunnel of Love

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UNEDITED VERSION

Bedtime Stories Presents

Quamaine's Tunnel of Love

Written by Ed'Michael
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One night Quamaine went jogging the perimeters of the campus and by
curiosity exited the premises. He made a quick stop near a church yard and
looked at his chronometer to check the time. He was a bit tired because he
jogged for more mileage than the usual. He stood there for a moment trying
to figure out what was displayed on his watch, but he couldn't because it
was frozen and unclear to the eye.

Darkness filled the area, as it seemed possible to hear a pin drop.

"Battery's dead!" He said as he flicked his braids and wondered on what to
do. He wanted to know the time, so he approached the church gate and he
entered, the brown, creepy looking building. He went through the church
yard, entered the church, and he saw the gigantic clock hooked on top of
the wall. It was taller than the Christ on the cross.

As he was looking up for the time, through the corner of his eyes, he saw
something moved. He made a turn, but no one was there. He squinted at the
time again and something else moved. He made a sudden turn again, but no
one was there. He stood there for a while and thought that it must have
been his illusion. He recently saw `The Blair Witch Project' and it did a
number on him. The wimp he was.

He looked up at the clock a third time, and a sudden black out arose. The
door slammed with great tension.

"Who's there?" He asked with a calm attitude. No one answered. He heard
footsteps coming towards him.

He shouted " Yo, who da fuck iz this?" And no one answered. As the
footsteps got closer, his pounding heart echoed in the silent church.

He chuckled, " Yo, who ever is doing this its not funny. Its not fucking
Halloween yet!" He exclaimed and tried to move, but he was unable to. It
felt as if he was glued onto the floor. The echoed footsteps came to a hal
t, sending a vibration as if someone was next to him. Due to the black
out, it was impossible to see who or what was beside him. In fact, it
looked as if no one was besides him. His breathing got heavier as speech
was not capable.

All of a sudden, the warm touch of a man's hand caressed his left ear.
Quamaine jerked his head out of shock and fear in response. The touch
regenerated under his chin. It felt familiar to him, but he restrained at
the feeling. He was frightened. All that have gone through his mind was
the usual questions---who or what is that. But, but, but...

Little did Quamaine know, restraining was against the game. The touching
stopped and nothing moved for a few seconds. Quamaine could not comprehend
what was happening to him. He just wanted to check the time. That's all.
The silence was frightening. What's happening now, he thought to himself.

He felt the vibe from the unknown across him. He tried to see who or what
was standing across the caramel young man. But, no luck. In fact, it
appeared to be darker. Quamaine was a very sensitive guy, the heat from
someone's touch a few inches away from his stomach would make him tremble;
hardening his nipples. Well, the unknown apparently knew that. It reached
out to Quamaine's abs, not touching it, but getting the young man excited.
Q was shivering and trembling at that reaction. The person had to know him
to eventually know the spot...

"Yo, Justin chill with that shit!" He finally got out. The unknown quickly
stop and stood there. Quamaine was pissed. "Fuck you niggah!, Coming in
here playing stupid fucking games." Q tried to move, but it was
impossible. He continued, " Niggah let me fucking go!" Half way through
his phrase he could barely hear himself. He felt his lips moving, but no
sound was coming out.

He squirmed. The Unknown gently rubbed his hands against Q's gentle and
sweaty face. At that reaction, he stopped trying to move and focused on
the way the person touched him. It was really familiar. Yes indeed it was
but that person... that person is... that person is no longer with us, he
quickly realized.

A tear began to run down his cheek. He felt a cool autumn breeze all over
his body, and felt his body lifted off the ground. And gently he landed
back onto his feet and he did try to walk. When he realized he could have
ran, he did. He was running from what has become the most unbelievable
thing on earth. The dead was playing with him. He could not believe it was
him. No, it couldn't be him. It wasn't Justin playing a trick. It was him...
Why?

An awesome question that was. Why? Why is he back hunting him now? As he
ran from the church, he realized that he had exited from a different door.
Thus, he was still running inside the church. He stopped to think for one
second. As a breeze of cool air blew over him from behind, and slowly he
made a turn to face to breeze. His hair was floating as well as tears as
he was beginning to see the one love of his life.

In all white he was covered, bright light circling him. Quamaine's tears
were flowing like a waterfall. Then, he heard his voice echoed, `Why you
crying Quame?' Quamaine's eyes were glowing from the tears and the
reflects of the light.

"Jay... Jay... Jason" Quamaine's voice whispered out. He was in awe.

"Why you crying Quame?" Jason asked him again. As the breeze slowly
stopped and the bright light he was emitting slowly vanished. He moved
closer to Quamaine, whom was still in awe and crying in one position. He
caressed his face and wiped the tears off. Quamaine felt his warm touch on
his face and quickly wanted to touch his hand as he closed his eyes in the
process. "Why you crying boo?" Jason asked again

"J... Because... J... I've mis... I'm seeeee... I'm happpp" He couldn't explain
himself to Jason. Jason just smiled the famous smile that got Quamaine
whopped in the first place. As Quamaine opened his eyes, he saw the smile
that he adored from Jason, but slowly looked around when he noticed that
they were in a different area; the library where they first met, many
years ago. They both smiled softly.

Then Jason walked away to his right. Quamaine's eyes followed him as he
saw the 6 feet tall football built Chocolate body, and with the amazing
scent of Curve walk by. Jason chuckled,

"Remember this?" Quamaine wiped the tears off his face, inhaled, and
walked towards him.

"Yeah... the first book we read together..." Quamaine whispered to him as he
looked down at the book. `Just as I am,' by E.Lynn Harris.

" It was fun..." Jason let out. Then he pointed somewhere and asked, "How
about there? Do you remember what happened?" With a smile.

" Yeah... I remember... That's..." He chuckled, "That's where we met the first
time."

" Who would have thought that we would have been together then?" Jason
asked as he slowly turned to face Quamaine. They stared at each other for
a while, then he continued,

"Why you looking at me like that?"

"Well, I wanna know how have you been... How are you? I wanna know
everything?"

"I've been fine." He grinned. Quamaine wanted to kiss him right there.
"I've been watching over you my love."

"I've missed you so much... and I'm so glad that you are back." Quamaine ran
to him and hugged him. He hugged him back with gentleness, with care, and
love. Quamaine didn't want to let go. Ever.

"I've missed you too." Jason expressed and rubbed his back.

"Why did you go? Why did you leave me?" Quamaine began to cry and hugged
him even harder.

"Don't worry man, I'm always with you... I'll never leave you alone." He
whispered to him and kissed his forehead. The warm touch of Jason's lips
sent vibrations throughout his entire body, and assured him of his
presence.

"I love you Jason... I love you... I don't know any other words that could
express the amount of love I have for you. Please come back?" Quamaine
expressed still hugging him.

"Sweetie, I wish it was that simple. You know, If I could I would have
came back, you know that" He gently pulled himself away.

"Don't let me go..." Quamaine said crying.

"I'm right here... now look" And they were transported into a new scenery.
They were back in the night they first made love, passionately, " Remember
when I asked you to hide everything that you felt for me? I was so stupid
back then."

"No, you wasn't. It was new to you... This whole thing was all new to you."

"I know... I was so scared. What we shared was so special Quamaine... it was
magnificent, and I will never forget that." He said with his eyes filling
up.

"I'll never, ever forget that too. I'll never let you out of my soul... it
was then that I realized that I wanted you in my life. Jason... I"

"Say no more..." And his moist, warm lips landed on Quamaine's. The kiss was
an outer life experienced. It felt like a healer. It took all pains and
worries away. They kissed for a few minutes, but it felt for an eternity.
Quamaine was craving this. It was like fulfilling a thirst with the best
cool water available.

When Jason pulled his lips away, they were both laying on the bed- naked-
that their first magical love scene happened. Quamaine rubbed Jason's back
and moaned, as the feeling of touching him one last time was incredible.
The man who was everything to him. The man who if he had asked to jump, he
would have asked how high.

"Mmm!!! This feels so good." Quamaine finally said as he squirmed on the
bed.

"I know. It feels great. Feeling your body once more..."

"My love..." Quamaine began to say as Jason kissed his eyes, nose..., "I
sometimes get scared at the thought that I'll never see you again. How can
I live this life without you by my side. Holding me... Telling me that
everything will be all right... In a world where they would have never
accepted us for who we were. How can I live without the touch of your
hands on my skin." Jason was now by Quamaine's neck. They both knew that
was the spot. Quamaine continued as he moaned and caressed his head,

"What am I gonna do to find this love that's so cruel, but so sweet at the
same time. Ooh... Touch me" As Jason rubbed Quamaine's nipple gently. " Kiss
me... Yeah.. like that. Ooh...Like it's the last time. Ooh..."

Jason was holding on his nipple with his lips. He then released and went
to kiss him passionately. Tangling their tongues, enjoying every seconds
of it. Quamaine then rubbed on his big arm, then down his sides, and
finally his butt cheeks. They both moaned. Jason then licked down to his
navel, making him shiver in excitement.

Jason gently brushed the light bush of hair, and inhaled the fragrance it
was fuming. And slowly he swallowed Quamaine's shaft in his warm athletes
mouth. The sensation was incredible that he had to bite his lips in
response.

"Mmm!!!" They both exclaimed. Up and down, In and out his dick went. Then,
Jason took it out of his mouth, and dove into the sack of nuts. Lightly
sucking on them. Then, he lightly lifted his legs up to eat the tunnel of
love out. Quamaine squirmed like a serpent.

Jason then went back up to Quamaine's love muscle and sucked on it hard
like it was the end of the world. Quamaine hold his head and gently
massaged it, and gently pushed down in order to have him deep throat him.
They moaned and enjoyed this.

Jason then licked back up to Quamaine's right nipple, then left, then up
to his neck, then his chin, and now lips. He sucked gently on the bottom
lip. They passionately kissed. Quamaine then pulled away,

"Take me Jason... Take me like the end has approached..." With that, he
lubricated his 8incher and penetrated Quamaine's tunnel of love. It was
warmly wrapped with Quamaine's muscle. Jason looked up to make sure he was
comfortable. Quamaine could not have felt better then being filled by his
love muscle, Jason's own love muscle.

Jason spread Quamaine's legs apart as he held himself up by holding him on
his inner thigh. And gently Jason pumped it in and out. After a few
minutes of screwing, Jason pulled it out, got off the bed, and pulled
Quamaine towards him by his legs. He was about to fuck him while standing.
Thus, he resumed action as he passionately kissed Quamaine.

Quamaine was literally piercing his skin, just to express how much he
wanted him inside of him and to express how much he was enjoying this.
Finally, it was the climax zone. As he pumped faster, he savagely sucked
on Quamaine's neck, literally sucking the life out of him. Actually, it
felt like he was sucking the life out of him.

Quamaine began breathing heavily, gasping for air. And the faster Jason
went, the more he needed air to breath. He began to feel Jason filling him
up with his love juice. But it felt as if he was choking...

And he jumped off the bed that he was sleeping in as if someone was
holding him down, fully clothed with the gym outfit. It was a dream. He
was drench in sweat as he gasped for air. He quickly wiped the sweat off
his face, and brushed the hair off of his face. He also went to the
bathroom, looked in the mirror, and open the faucet for some water. As he
touched the cold water, the cool autumn breeze rushed over him and exited
the bathroom window. As he noticed that, he heard an echoed voice
reassuring him that `I'll never leave you alone, Quame.'

He took some water in his hands, and as he lifted up to his lips, he
noticed the hickey on his neck. It was fresh and warm. He then smiled
lightly...

The End


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Quamaine is currently alive in the ongoing series 'Sister Mona Lou's Boys'

The following is a preview of a new series by Edmike:



"Damn man! I just wish dis rain would just chill out fo tomorrow." Devante
says in a low-tone to me as we are cruising on the Northern State Parkway,
heading home from the light dinner we just enjoyed in the Village.
DevAlain is asleep in his baby-seat in the back of the Punch Buggy, I
observe as I'm turning around from checking on him. `He is so cute in his
sleep,' is on my mind as I'm turning around. He looks just like his daddy.
I smile at that thought, and finally, turn to face the front.

As I'm turning around, I look at Devante's facade on the driver's side,
and I roam the dashboard that indicates that we are doing 65mph. I also
look at the clock that clearly indicates that it's 17 minutes till eleven.
Then I look at the window on my side. It's pouring like it's the deluge of
2001. `Man, it is pouring!' I'm thinking as I listen to the musical piece
that the drops are making on the windshield.

"He asleep?" Devante ask in his low, but deep voice. I love the way he
sounds, it makes me shiver in excitement. A voice that makes your insides
tremble with joy. Yes, a smooth to almost near perfection sound that's
unexplainable. I love my man. I turn my face and nod as to indicate that
yes he is. But, then I add in a yawn,

"Yes he is... He's so gorgeous in his sleep. Just like you." I smile.

"Well, ya know..." He laughs lightly. Then, I look at his bucktooth and
laugh lightly, in fear of waking Lil'Dev up. `DevAlain is going to be two
years old already,' is also going through my mind as we laugh. "You tired
huh, baby?" He continues.

"I'm tired like a muthafucka..." I yawn again.

"I know, I know... I'm gonna take you home and massage yo entire body. How
does dat sound?" He says almost in a whisper. I love the way he gives
massages, it feels as if something sexual. But no sex included. So imagine
Sex?

"I'd love that!" I respond in joy.

"I'm gonna make you feel good for yo big day tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah... I almost forgot. Another photo shoot?"

"Uh huh. Another cover shoot for Next magazine, rememba? You gonna look so
fly with da new hair cut." He nods his head.

"Yeah, it's short now... They're coming too early, man!" I complain and
reach for the visor that has a mirror in it and turn on the light. I
observe my face carefully.

"Well, you know how it is in this business. Time is money." He smiles. And
I follow. I then notice a mark or zit on my face. I move closer to the
mirror.
"Hey, would you look at that!" I say slowly and in a low tone, not
realizing that it came out of my mouth.

"What? What's the matter?" He asks quickly as he tries to look at what I
was looking at.

"I don't know what it is, but it's a freaking mark on my face under my
eye."

"Sweetie, lemme see?"

"Nah, its nothing..." `keep you eyes on the road,' I hear a voice announce
me, as if it was from the dream I had the other night. It was an inner
voice. "Keep your eyes on the road, please boo." I continue without even
realizing if he wasn't looking at the road or even without realizing that
I repeated what the voice told me. And, in slow motion, I put the visor
back up, and roll my eyes down to look at the blurry red lights ahead of
us. I turn suddenly with a facial expression warning him to observe the
road and we have to slow down, and I see his alarming face turn a
90-degree angle, as his hands rapidly grips on the steering wheel. My lips
are beginning to part to voice out, cry out the holy word, as the
anti-lock system begins to skip. I'm looking ahead with fear in my face,
lips, hands, body, and the car starts to cry... And, in a fraction of a
second, the four fantastic years of my life had flashed before me...


Young Lovers of Tomorrow... Coming sooner then you think!!!

A love story so steamin' with passionately rough sex, that it will leave
these pages moist...

As detailed as it possibly can...

Only one can do it...

Only Edmike

Stay tuned!


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