My name is Juan De Carlo I am a twenty five year old Blacktino; my mother was black and my father was of Latin descent. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia my parents where both killed in a car accident when I was three years old. At that time my sister Gigi and I were raised by our Nana. This was a very difficult time for us but Nana promised that God would see us through. Nana held strong to here faith and she was determined that we would to. Nana made sure that we where in church every time the church doors opened. We attended the First Beulah Baptist Church of Rockdale County, at that time the Pastor was Dr. Oscar Lee Washington. Nana would have us in church on Sundays from 6:00 am until 9:00 pm every week. I would have to sing a solo at every service and not to be mean but I could wreck church. I remember when I would sing old Mother Minnie would get happy and loose her wig every now and then.
We would get to church early because Nana had to make the biscuits for breakfast. Nobody could make them like Nana and everybody in First Beulah knew that was Nana’s job. Every Sunday we would have breakfast, Sunday school, 11:00 am service, dinner after service and 4:15 pm service and then BTU. I remember on Saturdays you had to iron your clothes for Sunday services because on Sundays you could not do anything but go to church because that was the Lords day. One Saturday, I decided I would wait and iron my clothes in the morning, well that Sunday I had on wrinkle clothes and never did that again. I am a grown man and even today I get my clothes out on Saturday nights.
I am glad Nana made us go to church like she did because it made a difference in our lives. Nana never had to come to the police station to pick me up, my sister did not get pregnant and is still a virgin; well that is her story and she is sticking to it. What I am trying to say is it made a difference in our lives. Nana worked hard and long so that we would have every advantage that she could give us. Because of Nana’s hard work I attended Morehouse College and my sister Gigi is currently attending Spellman College. Boy I got some stories I could tell you about Morehouse; that is where I met my best friend Craig Stevens. We where thicker then thieves and shared a dorm room the whole time. We also shared some other things, let just say I got to know him is a scriptural way.
He even dated my sister for a while and I remember one night I did something horrible; while Craig was talking on the phone with my sister I was giving him oral pleasure and after they hung up he saddled up and rode me like a horse. Yes, that is right and yes I am sorry, that I had sex with my sister’s boyfriend. Well before you get to mad I want you to know that he belonged to me first. I know it was not right but I must admit it was a real turn on. The next day I told my sister that he was cheating on her and she never spoke with him again but little did she know I was the other person. I am so glad that she never had sex with Craig because I would feel a lot worst. I love Craig and those four years changed my life, he even introduced me to my current girlfriend Nicole and I introduced Craig to his wife Kara.
After we graduated things changed in our relationship and lives. Craig went on to Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School in Rochester, New York. I am not sure how it happened, but it did and I was so messed up after we broke up. I began to be reckless, I was hurting and in pain and the only thing that made me feel better was sex. I remember the day I had sex with the UPS guy. I must say he was supposed to be topping me, but he turned out to be the biggest bottom and I tore that ass up. We started to have sex on a regular bases, I had to cut that fool loose when he started talking about leaving his wife. Look, I am not trying to mess up anyone’s family and by the way, I am trying to freak with the FEDEX guy and I sure hope he is single because I did not need any more drama in my life.
I remember one Friday night I went out to the club (straight) with my boys. Afterwards we all went to the gay cruse park and I met the most beautiful man on the planet. He was the nicest guy I have ever met and had some juicy ass. WOW I think I am in love because I fuck old dude up against a fence and he threw that ass back and made tears run down my face. I shot a wad of cum up in that ass; damn I am getting hard thinking about it. Afterwards we kissed and it was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my entire life. I turned my back for a second and when I looked dude was gone. I can't stop thinking about his ass and I want to see him again. I went back to the park every weekend for a month and I never saw him. This was the type of brother that could make you leave your girl, your wife and kids.
One night I went back to the park looking for Mr. Wonderful and I still could not find him. But I did run into Mr. Right Now, he was a phine ass sexy shorty. He was hot and had a table top ass and I wanted some. I did the head “sup” motion and he motioned for me to follow him. We went up some stairs and found a dark corner and he got down on his knees and sucked my dick like an oreck vacuum cleaner. Damn that boy had mad oral skills, he then drop his pants and showed me his phat ass. I bent over and ate his ass out like a bumble bee getting the nectar out of a flower. I then lost my freaking mind and ran up in that dude raw. Yeah I said raw and just keep all your damn AIDS comments to yourselves and just read my story.
Well, while I was fucking him some dude comes up and push Shorty to the ground. Dude starts stomping on him and I am like what the fuck. All of a sudden the dude that I was fucking was saying I am sorry then dude jump in my face talking about; “you fucking my niggga raw” and I was like what the fuck. I told dude he better get the fuck out of my face before I stomp his ass. All of a sudden that sissy ass fool swung on me and I swung back and it was good night Irene for that fool. I knocked the dude the fuck out, Shorty was crying and screaming I think you killed him, by then there was a crowd around us. He asked if his boy was alright, I told him never to be another mans punching bag. I was pissed because dude had some good boy pussy. But don't worry I saw dude in the park again and this time I took his ass to my place and finished what I started the last time.
When I, started having sex raw with strangers in a park I knew it was time for me to leave the great ATL. I then called Craig and told him I was leaving and he wanted to know why. I told him I needed to get away and get my head straight for a while. He wanted to come and visit, I told his ass I would let him know when I was ready for that. I have not spoken to Craig in two years and I am glad he did not come and visit because I would have allowed him to screw my head up again. While I was in North Carolina, I started dating this fine ass guy. He's really nice to me; if you saw him on the street you would never think he was Bi-Sexual. Boy has body; he always has on v-necked tight ass shirts to show off his muscles. He also plucks his eyebrows and is obsessed with his appearance. I don't know... I can’t quite put my finger on it... But, something isn't right with him but he does dick me down though.
This evening I received a call from my sister Gigi and she told me that Nana had a stroke. I was crying like a baby and I threw a few things in the car and I head back to the ATL. I drove all night and I just wanted to get there to see my Nana, the only mother that I have ever known. When I arrived in the ATL I went straight to the hospital. When I stepped of the elevator the first person I saw was guess who? Yeah you are right, that damn Craig Stevens and his wife Kara. That fool looked wonderful; he grabbed me and gave me a very tight squeeze. I felt uncomfortable with Kara standing there, but this fool would not let me go. I then asked for my Nana; Craig and Kara walked me to her room. When I walked into the room Gigi was there holding Nana’s hand and she looked like she was praying. Gigi opened her eyes and jumped up and gave her big brother a big hug and then she broke down crying. Damn, I was trying to be the big brother, but I started crying like I was at a funeral.
While we where hugging and crying Nana woke up and mumbled, why ya’ll doing all that crying I ain’t dead. She then looked up and said is that my baby Junior, I said yes m’am and she said come give Nana some sugar. She held on to me and would not let me go; she then said mother is okay now my baby is home. She then looked up and saw Craig and Kara and Nana said is that you Pastor Stevens. He said yes m’am; I said Pastor who? Kara said you mean to tell me that Craig did not tell you that he was the new Pastor of First Beulah Baptist Church of Rockdale County. I thought that they would have to get me a hospital bed. I got week at the knees and had to sit down. Kara said I though Craig told you last month, when he spent the week with you. I was about to out his ass, he did not spend the week with me. He may be pastor but his ass had not stopped lying, he owes me for not telling his wife the truth.
Later that evening the doctors came in and said that Nana would have to have a nurse come in and help her when she goes home. I decided right then, I would be moving back to the ATL to take care of my Nana. Well, after three years in North Caroline, I began the process of moving back home, I rented out my house and I moved back to Nan’s house. I owed it to Nan to take care of her, she took care of us and now it is my turn. Gigi said that she could drop out of school and help and I told her that was not an option.
To be continued…
Malek Arial aka MA
