Chocolate

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 2
Remembering the Moments, Not the Day But the Moments

The apartment was neatly laid out, but furnished sparsely. In the living room was a pull out sleeper sofa, a couple of chairs, and a three-way lamp on a table with some stacked hard copy books, and a TV monitor combo DVD player.

Nothing was dusty and the room was spotless. The kitchenette had the usual appliances with a counter for eating, some stools, and hardly anything else.

There was one bathroom and a handsome bedroom. The bedroom was the largest room, with a king size bed, or maybe it was queen size; Calvin wasn’t an authority on bed sizes, but knew that he would eventually be there, if Logan played his cards right. There were two closets; one in the living room and the other in the bedroom.

“I love what you’ve done with the place.” said Calvin, still trying to be a comedian.

“Let’s hope you love more than that,” said Logan.

“I’m sorry; I’m an ass, huh?”

“Oh stop it, you’re wonderful,” and kissed Calvin on the cheek and kept walking towards the kitchen.

Logan knew what he wanted and he wanted Calvin. This obsession of having a black man stark naked and dripping pre cum against his body was an incredible dream. Calvin was hot and Logan couldn’t wait to taste the steamy treasure packed away in his underwear.

He went into the kitchen and Calvin followed and sat at the counter. Logan was wearing blue shorts and the small amount of dark hair on his legs looked manly, while his crotch was definitely packing produce in there. When he bent over to get something from the fridge, his melon butt was in full view and Calvin mumbled…”God damn” out loud.

“Did you say something?” asked Logan.

“I did – that is sweet,” said Calvin.  “Man, that’s a butt done right.”

Calvin watched Logan walk about the room. He was trim and luscious with low slung hips and more his type than any white man he had known. He wanted what he saw in those blue shorts, and his dick was getting hard.

Calvin didn’t know where all this was going, but it was going someplace. His daddy was a jockey and taught him how to ride, so he wanted Logan naked.  For certain, Calvin understood what his dad was telling him.

“What can I get you to drink? I have beer, scotch and vodka,” said Logan.

“Water.”

“Just water?”

“That’s it, just water.” 

Calvin had short black hair looking like an athlete, in complete control and moved like a stallion. He stood up to reach for the water and the junk outlined in his pants resembled a cucumber. Logan would either choke on it or get stretched, but that didn't bother him in the least; it excited him.

They sat at the kitchen counter side by side drinking water. Finally Logan spoke.

“You look like you have something on your mind,” he asked not being funny, but sincere.

“I was wondering about you saying that you were tossed aside like an old shoe. That makes no sense.  Wait, he continued, I’m sorry, that is none of my business – just cancel that last speech.”

“It’s true, the being cast aside part, or better yet dumped.  It’s no big deal, I made it a big deal, nobody likes to come in second” Logan replied.

“This place, Logan continued; I shared with my boyfriend until four months ago.  It’s a good thing we weren’t married. We moved here together from New Castle where we lived in Delaware.

Kevin, that’s his name, changed from being a small town boy, to a big town slut. He was fascinated by the rush of the city. Everything to him was a game, a stupid game of conquest and fun.  He whored around from bar to bar, never knowing where he would end up.  Yet, he always managed to go to work the next day. He is sort of amazing in a way, but not very street smart.

“Is he black?” Calvin asked.

“No, he’s white.”

“Where is he now?”

“He moved to the East Village with a twenty year old twink that he met at a leather bar. His name is Joey and he passes for twenty two, with fake Id. At least, that’s what he wants people to think.

Kevin is thirty and acts nineteen.  He caters to Joey, taking him places and buying him clothes and a lot of leather shit. “How stupid is that?”

“Isn’t a twink, a teen age boyish looking delicate guy? – probably white too?” Calvin asked.

“Probably so, I’m not sure about the delicate part, maybe ‘rent boy’ would be a better choice of words. Joey is a faggot in leather and doesn’t look that young to me. He’s okay I suppose. I suspect he hustles for cash, but don’t quote me on that.”

“I could see the end of the road coming for Kevin and me, at a rapid pace. He lost his excellent paying job as Shearson Lehman downtown, and moved to the East Village with his new catch. I have no idea how they will pay the rent when Kevin runs out of money.  I suppose you can link yourself to whomever you want, but it doesn’t mean much, just rubbish in the morning.”   Logan concluded…

I know I asked, but let’s forget them. I’m trying to get you interested in me as a new kind of awesome.” Cal reminded him.

“You certainly are.” said Logan.

“A-huh and I’m probably too much for you to handle.”

“I think we better find out” Logan said and held Cal’s face with both hands kissing him on the lips. Cal had thick full lips, a perfect motivation to think black. Tongues started moving in unison, lips were rubbing against one another and spit driveled from mouth to mouth. Below their belts they were raging hard and they saw no reason to stop any of it.

Calvin pulled off his shirt and Logan did also.  He darted immediately to Cal’s chest licking and sucking his nipples. “OMG, you taste so good, you’re a game changer when it comes to bodies. How real is that?”

Calvin’s body was hard and well-proportioned with everything in the right place.  Logan took a sip of water and let it trickle down Cal’s chest licking it away as it travelled to his crotch. He kept licking Calvin’s stomach and bathing him with his tongue; until he nibbled and licked Hershey tasting private parts. It was then, Calvin pulled Logan away and took charge.

Calvin walked Logan to the bed covered in pastel colored sheets. They striped holding themselves, chest to chest and rubbing black and white crotches together like one giant body, Calvin pushed Logan on to the bed and topped him with his masculine black body smothering him in chocolate.

They used each other like trash sampling body parts, especially between their thighs. Logan was aggressive and loved the essence of his black stud sniffing him like a pot head looking to get high.  This was typical behavior for Logan and Calvin never objected because he was in control over this hungry white boy, who was just following his passion for black men.

Logan was on fire when Calvin fingered him and slowly pressed two of them into his body. There was lube and condoms next to the bed. He knew his long black pole might hurt him, and he would be gentle; but once inside Logan, he belonged to him and the game was on.  It didn’t take long for Calvin’s chocolate tool to disappear between Logan’s sweet white melon cheeks.

He used him every way possible and tossed him around like a sack of potatoes. With all the different positions that Calvin used, he never left Logan’s body. Calvin had terrific lasting power and Logan almost came several times, but that didn’t happen. They thrashed around like animals loving the game they were playing and Calvin rode him like a mechanical bull.

Calvin pulled out and rubbed his cock across Logan’s mouth, slippery condom and all.  “Taste it,” he said, definitely taking charge.

Logan did just that, but it was quick, and no doubt something he didn’t care to do.  Calvin tossed the condom to the floor. His shiny wet dick went into Logan’s mouth. “Take it” he commanded.

“A-huh, mumbled Logan taking as much as possible without choking too much.

Calvin climaxed quickly and deluged Logan with a full-size load releasing white spurting chocolate between his lips, working its way down his throat.

Logan had barely stopped swallowing when Calvin was between his legs licking everything he could find. “Rest easy baby, you did fine. This nigga’s gonna show you how a black man sucks dick.”

He took almost all of Logan into his mouth, and Logan had plenty of flesh in the welcome wagon department.   Calvin stroked Logan using his hand and the pressure in his mouth keeping him wet. Logan couldn’t hold back and didn’t want too. A couple of jerks and he erupted into Cal’s mouth like a faucet. Calvin was getting sticky vanilla, like he wanted from Logan since he saw the bulge in his pants on the escalator.

They held each other panting and pleased with themselves.

Calvin finally spoke, “are we sluts?”

“Probably, but reserved sluts,” Logan replied, aware of what they really were.

“I’m serious,” said Calvin.

“Of course you are, – so am I.”

 “Whatever,” added Calvin.

Calvin sat on the edge of the bed and, reached under the sheet for his underwear. He jumped to his feet and started to put on his jeans.

“Don’t get dressed yet, I want to do something else before you leave.” said Logan.

“Like fuck my black ass,” said Calvin - “Look at your bad self.”

“A man’s got to do, what a man wants to do.”

“Go for it, I’m in no hurry to go anyplace.” Calvin mumbled taking back off his underwear.

He sprawled across the bed, with his legs spread, his limp dick hanging like a weapon and his black butt warm like charcoal.

“Make it an epic night of awesome - Tear it up man, do it like you mean it.”  Calvin said, looking like a ho in heat.

To be continued...

Posted: 03/08/19