Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 10:26:28 -0800
From: jonathanclassof99@yahoo.com
Subject: Soul Food

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to
real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. This story is
fantasy. It didn't happen and don't do it. This story contains depictions
of sex between an adult and a teenage male, but all roles, are played by
people aged 18 and over. If you are not interested in reading about this,
please leave now.


Soul Food in the Bronx

My Uncle's nickname was Rope. From when I was just a young
one, I remember the laughs and giggle that greeted his
nickname, especially from my older sisters and girl cousins.
They'd just jaw off and say something like, "Uncle Rope has
somethin' fo everyone, ya know. And he's got plenty of it."
And they haul up and laugh awful fierce. The younger girls
though, wouldn't laugh so much though, kind of like that
they were scared. And now I know why.

I'm Antoine and I'm in eighth grade and go to a hell hole
school a few blocks from my Mama's apartment. I got seven
brothers and sisters and I'm the youngest of 'em all. I
don't know who my daddy is, but some of brothers and sisters
got daddies, but it don't make much difference one way or
the other anyhow. Here in the Bronx, things are different
than what's on TV shows.

In this apartment, ain't much here but a TV, dirty kitchen
and mattresses on the ground for sleeping. In the mornings I
usually pick through the clothes in the corner of the room
for something that don't stink and put it on. This one
morning, there wasn't much that didn't stink, so I just told
Mama I wasn't going to school that day.

She just shrugged and didn't say nothing but, "Suit
yourself". And left to go wherever it is she goes during the
day. I know she ain't working, but she seems pretty busy and
tired all the time anyway.

Being that my older sisters all have kids and apartments of
their own and my brother's have left school and just hand
with their boys all day, I was set for a day alone in the
apartment watching TV. It was hot as blazes again that day,
so I got all the windows open and I was just hanging in my
boxers trying to stay cool.

About 10:30 in the morning, the door buzzer went off and I
looked through the peephole and it was Uncle Rope wanting to
come in. I unlocked the five or so different locks we got on
the door and let him in, disappointed that my morning been
screwed up.

Rope said, "Where yo Mama at? She supposed to lend me some
money." He was all jacked up and kind of nervous acting,
which made me nervous too.

"She's not here," I said. And waited at the door for him to
turn around and leave.

He said, "I gotta use the bathroom. You got matches?"

I went to the kitchen drawer and got him a lighter and gave
it to him and he headed straight for the bathroom.

The bathroom ain't got no door on it so I could hear him
pissing real loud like he was pouring a pail of water in a
bowl. He fumbled around a bit and I smelled something like
smoke after a while. The smoke smelled like my mom smelled
some afternoons and sometime my brother's tell me that it's
the smell of crack, but I don't believe it knowing my mom
don't do no drugs.

Rope came out of the bathroom and he was much calmer now,
but his eyes were all glassy and was looking at me funny.

"What you home fo'," he asked. "Who home here wid' you?"

"Nobody," I says, "I'm sick"

"How old are you now, boy?"

"Don't see how that is any of you business?"

Rope walked up to me and smacked me hard up against the side
of the head. "Don't you talk to me like dat you little shit.
I'm your elder."

He may be my elder and my Mama's brother, but at thirty
years old he ain't got no job, so who is he to ask me
questions, right?

I says to him, "Fuck you, asshole, go home and get a job,
I'm watching TV"

Rope says, "I don't need no job, I got women who take care
of me."

"Ya sure they do. I'm sure they think you are quite a
prince", I says.

"You don't know the half of it, Little Shit. You know why
they call me Rope?"

"No, I don't, and I don't figure I care much one way or the
other."

"Well, get up, I want to show you something. Come here,
hurry up," Rope said as he walked into one of the three
bedrooms.

"Oh brother," I said as I got up and shuffled into the
bedroom. I figured I'd just talk to him a while until he
just leaves. "What you bothering me so much for?" I says.

I got into the bedroom and as Rope turned around, I could
see his eyes now were pretty crazed, "Jeez," I said to
myself, "Maybe he is on crack."

Rope lifted up his shirt revealing pretty much what I
thought.he was all jet black skin and bone. "What are you
doing you crazy son of bitch?" I ask him.

Rope then kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his running
trunks in a flash.

"This is why they call me Rope, you shit."

Dangling between Rope's chicken legs was a big piece of
black meat as thick around as my forearm and as long a two
cans of Coke stacked on top of each other. It was limp and
so it hung real low, almost half way down the inside of his
thigh. He grabbed it with one hand, lifted it toward me and
says, "This is why the ladies take care of me."

He started moving his hand up and down his dick and it got
harder, not so much longer as wider and thicker. I hadn't
said a word yet and still didn't know what to say or even
how to breathe.

"Every body get there turn with the Rope, you know, 'Toine.
Your sisters, your cousins, each of the get at least one
turn 'swinging on the rope'."

I new it was true. The older girls laughed about Rope
because they had already gone through it, and the younger
girls trembled because, perhaps, they were still enduring it
each time he stopped over to say 'hi'."

Rope continued, "And don't forget your brothers too. They
all wanted to see The Rope in action and they all got it
too. But you know, it don't come free Antoine. To see the
Rope get nice and big, it needs a little help. You can't
just stand there and stare at it. Come here."

I didn't want to move, but I did. I walked forward toward my
Uncle and put out my arm, my hand open, ready to grasp.
"That's it," Rope said, "You take a hold of this and start
rubbin' me up and down, just like you do to yourself whens
you all alone."

My hand didn't even fit all the way around his cock and I
stroked up and down until it stood tall right before me.
"Keep rubbin', cuz now I want you to put your lips right
down there on top of that big head."

He placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me
forward and down. I opened my mouth as big as I could and
covered his cock head with my lips. "Don't worry, Antoine. I
ain't expected you to do much down there, just move up and
down a wee bit and keep stroking with yo' hands."

I was kinda in a trance and don't know why. I suppose my
Uncle was use to kids acting this way when he showed them
his dick for the first time. I ain't no fag, but here I was
suckin' his cock 'cause it was big and I was amazed.

I was now using both my hands to beat him off and my lips
slurped on and off his slit. My own dick slipped through the
opening in my boxers and started getting hard. I was really
embarrassed for getting' hard, so I moved my hand off my
Uncle's dick to tuck my cock back in to my shorts before he
could see it, but it was too late.

"Leave it hanging out there," he said firmly. And so I went
back to work sucking on the hard black flesh in front of me
as my dick bopped up in down in front of me.

I could feel my Uncle begin to shake slightly and I knew he
be cumin soon. He put both his hands behind my head and held
me down enough so I couldn't get his cock out of my mouth.

"I ain't pushing hard, just stay right there and relax. Keep
strokin', don't suck, just take it when it comes, junior".

He started jetting cum, fast and warm, and my mouth filled
quickly.

"Swallow, swallow, swallow", Rope said over and over. I did
swallow a couple of times and I felt the globs stream down
my throat. All I could think of was throwin' up, but I kept
swallowing until I couldn't breathe no more and started
choking.

He let go my head when I coughed and I spun my head to the
side quickly, trying to catch more air. I fell to my knees
and hacked and hacked as my Uncle laughed. "Hey, you did
better than most, don't worry 'bout it, even the best ladies
have trouble the first time with the Rope."

The coughing fit slowed and my eyes were watery with thick
tears. Rope had put on his clothes and was just putting on
his sneakers.

"I bet you'll want to go brush your teeth," Rope said. He
pointed to my still hard prick and said, "And I bet you'll
take care of yourself when you're in there too."

Rope laughed and left the apartment. I ran and quickly
bolted all the locks.

I realized I was sweating from head to toe. The ass crack to
my boxers were darkened with sweat as it dripped from my
back and down the back of my shorts. My chest was shinin'
with sweat. I took off my underwear and walked into my room.

I laid down on my floor mattress. It had no sheets, so it
was dirty and stained and probably stunk pretty bad, but it
felt good against my back as I look up to the ceiling. I was
cool, naked and spread my legs open. I took my hard cock
into my hands and it felt real small compared with Uncle's.

I started to beat off and daydream of my Uncle's cock being
sucked by my cousins and my brothers. I thought of the
prettiest girls in the neighborhood and how they probably
done sucked him off, too.

I then started thinkin' of my swallowing of his cum and the
feeling of the creamy stuff as it swished around the inside
of my mouth and the back part of my throat. I thought of his
cum, sitting in my stomach. Just sitting in there. My
Uncle's cum in a boy's tummy.

I jerked even harder and arched my back off the mattress as
I came in steady streams of jizz that flowed up over my
shoulder, then on to my nipples, and then, as goo slowed
down, my dick pumping and pooling cum on top of my thin,
dark, public hairs. I dipped my finger in the cum and
brought it to my lips.

I wasn't feelin' sick no more, but felt like only wanting
more.

I got up and looked at my black skin in the mirror and saw
the white jizz as it slid down my chest and mixed with
sweat. I took a shower and beat off again and hoped the Rope
would come back soon.

THE END

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