BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Jake, calm down!" Shawn came up behind him. Their shouting had gone up through the floor, and soon the basement door opened. "SHAWN?! What's going on down there!" Sylvia asked. The other women came to the door as well.

  "NOTHING GOING ON, WE'RE FINE! CLOSE THE DOOR, DEAR!!"

  Sylvia stood a few moments and looked at the other women.

  "Leave'em alone." Shanna urged her.

  Sylvia sighed, closed it, all returning to their places. "What do you suppose that was about?" Sylvia asked the question to the group of them.

  "Who knows. I wonder who was shouting?" Meribel asked.

  "I don't know, at least they've calmed down now." This came from Vivian.

  All four men were seated again, Shawn back at the bar. Jake back on the love seat, with Dennis beside him and Derrick in the chair.

  "Jake, look, I'm sorry I said that about you. You're not a loser, I'm just - hell, I don't know. I love my wife. I've been with her for over twenty some-odd years! All this time ... why would a woman stay with a man for that long, when - she's not satisfied? I don't get it?"

  "She loves you, that's why!" Jake answered. Knowing Meribel very well, and she was another one he knew beyond a doubt, that loved her man. He'd never tried anything with her, because he'd never targeted Derrick. Besides, she lived with them for such a long time after they were first married, that she was more like family, a little sister, than anything. Her every waking hour, was spent, clamoring for Derrick. Waiting for letters from him. Waiting for phone calls. Waiting for him to come home from school. How many times had he felt sorry for her, and had driven her to him. So that they could be together for a day, a night, a weekend, when Derrick couldn't come home. Yes, she stayed despite his shortcomings, because she loved him.

  Derrick glanced at Jake and then at Shawn.

  "What am I doing wrong?" He asked them.

  "Have you asked her that?" Shawn said right away.

  Derrick sat back in the chair, slouching. "Not - really. When I look back and think, I believe there were times when she tried to tell me."

  "And what did you do?" Shawn asked.

  Derrick scratched his head, he didn't know how to answer that, because he'd done nothing. He hadn't paid her any attention. He said instead, "Dad always said-..."

  "That's the first thing you've done wrong! Listening to dad!" Jake announced.

  "Derrick, he's right. You don't listen to your father on how to take care of your woman, you listen to her. Every woman is different, yet - in a lot of ways, the same. They vary, in the way they like it, and where you can start off with one, you have to change it with another. You have to listen to the sounds they make, the expressions on their faces, and how their bodies move."

  "I don't wanna know how to make love to many. I just wanna make love to my one. I need her to be happy with me. Because she's all I know, and all I wanna know."

  "That's straight, man! I'm with you on that. I ain't been around a whole lot, either. In fact, Sheila the second girl I dated. I'd gone to bed with two before her, one I dated. The other was just a thang! You know what I'm saying? But, ah, that one woman, that's all any man needs. Especially if she the right woman."

  "That's my Meribel. So - she's all I'm interested in pleasing."

  "Okay... here it is, then, when you make love to her, Derrick, how long does it take? And how is she when you're done with her?" Shawn asked.

  "How long does it take?" He asked.

  "Yeah... how long?" Shawn repeated.

  Derrick looked at Dennis, and then at Jake, too ashamed to admit it. He turned red, and then finally sighed saying, "Not very long. I'm thinking, fifteen minutes, tops."

  "WHAT?!" Jake sat up, looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "Fifteen minutes, tops! You gotta be kidding me?"

  "Jake - chill! Derrick... slow it down. Take your time. And, uh, if you can't keep yourself from cuming too soon, jag yourself off before you go to bed."

  Jake started laughing.

  "What?! Are you telling me to masturbate?" Derrick asked incredulously.

  "Yes... I am. By the time you build urges enough to need to come again, she should have gotten hers no less than twice, and at the most, three times."

  "What the hell?! Man, ain't nobody got time for all that shit! We got to get up and go to work in the morning! Hell! They need to learn to get they asses going 'fore we get there! That shit could take all night!" Dennis grumbled.

  "Dennis! Not you, too!" Jake barked, laughing.

  "Man, look here! I work hard every-day! I have to save my strength! A woman'll drain every drop out yo'ass if you let'em! And you tellin' my man to jerk it off, too!"

  "Either that, or find a way not to ejaculate so soon. Only other alternative, is to kiss the beaver." Shawn announced, smiling.

  Dennis stood up. "KISS THE WHO!? The beava'? I know you ain't talkin' bout what I think you talkin' bout!" Dennis scrunched up his face, rolling his upper lip under his nose. "Ah, hell naaaw! That's some shit ya'll got to do! A black man ain't got to do that! No offence ya'll, but'tah..." He sniffed confidently, thumbing his nose, "... - when you carryin' around what I got here - you ain't got to kiss no beaver! No sah!"

  Jake leaned to the side, looking up at Dennis and asked, "Are you talkin' about a big dick?"

  "Uh, well - not to embarrass you boys, but, ah, yeah! See, the black man, ain't got to do the beaver baby, cause our shit don't play!"

  Derrick groaned, shaking his head as he dropped it in his palm, he just knew what was coming next, and sure enough, Jake stood.

  "Shawn? Who's it gonna be, you or I? We already know that Derrick won't."

  Dennis looked suspicious, a tad bit worried, "Derrick won't what?!" He asked Jake, and looked to Shawn. Shawn shook his head laughing, with his hand out, he said to his little brother, "Jake, be my guest."

  Jake reached for his belt buckle.

  The women were back to laughing and talking again, when they heard a loud shout, someone in the basement bellowing, "LO-O-ORD, NOOOOO! NOOOO!!!"

  "What the heck is happening now!?" Sheila squealed. They were all about to come to their feet, when they heard loud pounding up the steps, and then the basement door busted open. Dennis leaned in it, looking at them as if he'd seen a UFO, barely able to stand, breathing hard, gasping, whites of his eyes showing.

  "Dennis, what's wrong with you?!" Sheila stood, concerned about the look on his face, as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.

  "Eh - he - they - Lord - baby..."

  "Dennis, what's wrong?!" Sheila was getting scared, walking towards him.

  "I wanna - go - home - home -..." He whimpered pitifully.

  Sheila stormed to the basement door, with Sylvia and Vivian behind her, Shanna and Crystal looking from the floor, as Meribel stood too. She screamed down the stairs, "WHAT YA'LL DO TO MY HUSBAND DOWN THERE!?! DON'T MAKE ME COME KICK NOBODY ASS 'BOUT MY HUSBAND - WHAT YA'LL DO'T'HIM?"

  She could hear them laughing. She turned to Dennis, "Baby, what they do to you?" She asked, searching him over, Dennis couldn't speak, all he could do was whimper and pant, "Bl - black - black man... we - we - they takin' it all - everythang! Ev-ver-ry-thang - they got it all-l-l-l now, black man got nothin' left."

  "Dennis! What are you talking about?"

  Sylvia looked at Dennis and then down the stairs, she could hear them snickering and laughing too, "SHAWN!?" She distinctly heard someone go, 'Sh, sh, sh!'

  Shawn came to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her, grinning. "Huh?" He asked ever so humble.

  "What ya'll do to Dennis?!"

  "NOTHING!" Shawn denied.

  Jake appeared behind him, laughing, and said, "DENNIS, COME ON BACK DOWNSTAIRS!!!" He yelled.

  "Nooo! I don't - baby - it's all over - I don't know - what we gone do - it's only a matter time now."

  "Dennis, you ain't makin' a bit of sense!" Sheila fussed with her hands on her hips.

  Jake ran up the stairs, his eyes twinkling devilishly. Very gently, he took Dennis' a
rm, "Come on, man, come on back downstairs."

  "Don't touch me!" Dennis stood away from the door jamb, taking a deep breath, he turned from the women, his back slumped over, sulked back down the stairs. Grinning, Jake closed the door. Sheila narrowed her eyes at him, "I ain't playin' - ya'll bet not be doing nothing to my husband down there!"

  Jake nodded his head, and winked. "He'll be okay." and closed the door.

  Sheila turned back to them, "What they doing down there?" She asked Sylvia.

  "Girl, I don't know, ain't no tellin'!"

  "Dennis, you okay?!" Shawn snickered, "You need another beer?" He asked, trying not to laugh. Dennis was slumped down in the loveseat, arms crossed over his chest, looking in any direction but at them. Brooding, with his lip out. He wasn't speaking to them.

  Jake was still laughing, "Come on, Dennis. See, the size of your dick, got nothing to do with pleasing a woman. In fact, the more you have, the harder it is. Because you can hurt them, instead of pleasuring them."

  "Exactly, now - as I was saying. You don't wanna stall yourself that way, then you need to go down there and treat her to what is guaranteed to send her over the moon!"

  "Man, you seen the size of my wife's thighs!?" Dennis sat up finally, saying. "She be done locked them thighs around my head, I can't breathe down there! By the time she realize I can't breathe, I be done died! Coroner write on my death certificate, one negro male dead, from a beaver attack!"

  Once more, Shawn and Jake had to recover from laughter to carry on.

  "I'm glad ya'll think that shit funny, I'm serious as a goddamn heart-attack!"

  "Dennis, listen to me man, spreak'em wide and hold'em up high out the way!" Shawn winked and smiled.

  "MAN! You don' lost yo' goddamn mind! Ain't this some shit! I know I should'ah stayed my ass at home, I just knew it!"

  Jake smiled and commented, "So, you tellin' us, you never went down there and tasted her?"

  Derrick groaned, still holding his face.

  "MAN! Em hm, I knew there was a reason I kept my ass away from white dudes."

  "That's bullshit, my friend Jesse was black, and he loved going down there. In fact, he told me, the best way to get used to the scent of a woman, was to inhale and sniff her underwear!" Shawn confessed.

  Derrick whimpered, Dennis shot to his feet. "OP! It's time to go home! I'm gettin' the hell up outta here! Fuck that pig! I'on want no barbecue! No ribs, I'on care bout no greens! Ya'll can keep all that food! I'm going home!"

  "I'm telling you, Dennis, if you're not use to it, that's how you get used to it. Grab a pair that she's worn, stick your nose to that crotch cloth and take a deep breath!" Shawn laughed. Dennis got weak in the knees and tumbled to the loveseat. His head rolled weakly towards Derrick. "Let's go man, let's just walk - com'on man, we'll go our ass outta here together! We'll be okay."

  Derrick looked at Dennis, sighed and then looked at Shawn and Jake.

  "Okay... tell me all I have to do. What they like. How to excite her, and satisfy her."

  Jake smiled, "That's my brother! Sit up, Dennis, pay attention! Because I'm telling you both now, when you turn them loose, they should be screaming to the high heavens above, and shaking out of control. If they not doing that, you didn't do it right! Is that not so, Shawn?"

  "Absolutely! Anything less than a scream, you've failed."

  "What about the kids?!" Dennis grumbled.

  "Give her a pillow, make her bite into that! Take her for a drive, in the park, whatever it takes - but anything less than a scream, unacceptable! You need to piss your neighbors off!"

  "Yep... he's right." Shawn agreed with Jake. "Personally, I think you need to bring'em to it twice, and if you can, three times - so they're weak, can't stand, and have to go to sleep."

  "But how?!" Derrick asked.

  Shawn smiled, and began... telling them how. Jake throwing in various things for them to try. And then heard some things from Shawn he didn't know. He pat Shawn's shoulder and smiled saying, "My brother, my hero!"

  Dennis shook his head, he was ready to go home.

  And Shawn2, slowly, carefully, eased his way quietly up the stairs, slowly opening the door that led upstairs, praying that he could escape and no one see him. When he opened the door, stepped through it, he looked dead into his aunt's face.

  "Shawn2! Were you down there all this time?!" Shanna demanded.

  His eyes grew big.

  Chapter 171

  'Lord—it's hell bein' me!' Shawn2 thought.

  He stood between the women and the men, looking from one group to the other, wondering how such a simple thing like having to use the bathroom could turn into such trouble for him? 'Is it my fault if I had to go? Is it my fault, if coming out, they'd been talking about—sex!? Tellin' dirty jokes! I gotta remember that Porshe one! Just kiddn' Lord! But—I didn't mean to listen, besides, if my dad and Uncle Jake hadn't started arguing, I wouldn't have been listenin'! Their yelling—that made me stop and watch. Even after the dirty jokes, I was about to go. Well—then, hearing my dad like that, that's what made me duck back and hide. It's not my fault!'

  He stood looking back and forth from the women, to his dad, uncles and Dennis. The men had worried looks on their faces, and the women were not about to let him go. For once, it wasn't the kids who were loud, raising a ruckus, it was the adults. His dad and Uncle Jake were trying to get a hold of him to take him back downstairs. Shawn2 didn't want to go back downstairs! 'No sir! Lord, please don't make me go back down them stairs! Tio Jake already called me a name!' He figured he must have made some kind of sound upon his attempted escape, because one moment he was going through the door, and facing his aunt; and the next, he heard his uncle bounding up the stairs behind him, who had tried to catch him to snatch him back through the door, calling out through clenched teeth, "Come'ere ya lil' fucker!" To which Shawn2 panicked and screamed out, "MOM!" Who, of course, quickly came to her feet, rushing to rescue her young son.

  In no time at all, Shawn2 found himself surrounded by the women and men. His choice would have been to stay with the women. By the way they were acting, he'd have been a lot better off in their possession. Looking at his uncles, he made up his mind right then and there, he would tell the women anything they wanted to know, if they would just not let the men have him.

  "What did you hear down there?!" Jake bit out, snatching on him.

  "Obviously something ya'll don't want us to know about!" Sheila fussed. "Hold onto him, Meribel! Look at'em! They guilty of something!" It was now Sheila's turn to give the evil eye.

  "If those women get a hol' of him..." Shawn whispered, out the side of his mouth in Derrick's ear, making eye contact filled with warning, "...my brother, exert some authority here—get that boy from them!"

  "Meri, let go of him now, he's going back down with us." Derrick commanded gently.

  "Why? We have him now! You men go back to whatever it is you were doing." Meribel replied smartly, flashing exotic Spanish eyes, full of suspicion.

  "Don't let him go, girlfriend..." Sheila coached from the sidelines.

  "Sheila! For once, can you just, mind yo'own business! Let this man see to his family matters, he'on need no input from you!"

  "Why ya'll want him back so bad!? Seems to me, you'd be glad we got'im!" Sheila challenged, looking at all four of the men. "Look like to me, there somethin' fishy goin' on here! Look'at'em! You can always tell when men know you got'em!"

  "Woman, look - don't get me going! You know how I get! Back up and leave these people wit' they chile alone! Come on here, boy! You'on wanna be up here with a buncha women, no way! You wanna come downstairs and be with the men, don't you?" Dennis leaned down to look in Shawn2's face, he winked at him and then tossed his head to indicate, 'Come on with us.'

  Shawn2 whimpered, looking at his uncles, his dad and Dennis. He then turned and looked at his mother, his aunts, and last of all, Crystal. Shawn2 melted on the spot. She was gazing at them, what he figured was gazing anyway, with those amazing eye
s, eyes filled with such sympathy. Her lips, full lips, the kind of lips all women should have, pouty, soft, wonderful lips, forming a silent, Aaaaaah. Shawn2 was floating, deaf to what was happening around him, in a dream world that comprised of himself, and Crystal; remembering what his Uncle Jake said about older women. Just like that, Shawn2 figured it out. They went for the younger guys, like himself, because they felt sorry for them; with a woman like Crystal as the prize, a boy had to do, what a boy had to do. He sniffed and made a sad face, his eyes seeking her out for help.

  The move did not escape his uncles, nor his dad.

  "SHAWN2—DOWN THOSE STAIRS! RIGHT NOW!"

  Hearing his father's blaring voice above him, jarred him of his daydream, bringing him back to the problem at hand.

  "Aaaah, don't yell at him. You all should be ashamed of yourself! You upsetting this po'boy." Crystal stood in his defense, walking towards him as if she would free him from their clutches.

  'My-y-y woman!' Shawn2 thought with pride, despite the dilemma he found himself in. Jake was quick to block him from Crystal, "Never you mind him! We've got everything under control, just—just stay away from him!" Jake panicked, trying to keep her away from his nephew, realizing he'd created a monster. One that had her in its sights as his first victim.

  "You all need to leave him alone, he just a little boy."

  Shawn2 nodded his head, looking around his Uncle Jake agreeing with her, still trying to make eye contact with her, when suddenly his Uncle turned back and shoved him towards his dad. Noting their desperate actions to keep him from them, the women wanted to know what he knew, what he had on the men, really bad now.

  Shawn realized the women were about to really challenge them and so shouted above the den of noise, "EXCUSE ME! Excuse me! I'm the king in this castle, the ruler here! And as that—"

  "OH, NO—HE—DID—NOT!!" Sheila did a head and shoulder jerk, dance move, punctuating each word to stop and look at Sylvia. Shanna covered her face, laughing, shaking her head as she looked over at Vivian, who was on the sofa, sipping wine, quietly observing, grinning at her man, enjoying him and the show the others were putting on—especially with Sheila stirring it up.