Chocolate
by: Staley Cole Smith
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Chapter 5
N0 Limits
“You look good enough to swallow,” said Calvin giving Logan a quick look over. If this was North Carolina, I would bring you home to mama if I could trust daddy to keep his hand to himself. Calvin said laughing at his silly remark.
“Yeah, I can just imagine that one – never would happen with your dad,” replied Logan joining him in laughter.
He felt Logan’s crotch push into him during the hug. Calvin treasured what was behind that zipper. Being white and even husky wasn’t important, but quality was everything. Logan was all quality as far as Cal was concerned.
“Do you want to stop anywhere first?” Logan asked.
“Nope, the nasty boy in me says, let’s go where it’s private, so I can hold your junk.”
They tried to carry on a conversation walking through Grand Central, but it was difficult with the noise and people in the way. They stopped talking until they reached the street. In no time flat, they were approaching Logan’s building.
Logan gathered the mail from a locked mail box and they went inside.
“Get comfortable and help yourself to anything, said Logan. I have to take a piss and went into the bathroom leaving the door open.
He stood there peeing when Calvin reached around and held Logan’s cock in his right hand. “Here, let me direct it; you did say to help myself to anything, so I’ll help myself to this” he said.
“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me,” said Logan not expecting to be touched.
Logan finished peeing and Calvin held on to his dick giving it a soft rubbing before letting go.
“I might as well just take the jeans off, but I’ll leave on the underwear. I know you like seeing me that way.” Logan said.
Logan kissed Calvin, chewing a little on his lip. Before Calvin could say much, Logan unzipped Cal’s jeans and put his hand in a private area, which was no longer private. Calvin wasn’t wearing underwear, and his black silky body was commando. Logan touched everything like he owned it.
“Wait, I’ll take the pants off,” said Calvin.
“Not yet” said Logan. “I want to play with your junk. I’ll get you naked in a minute, man, this is a handful.”
Calvin was terribly excited with Logan’s hand between his legs. Calvin dropped his pants without waiting any longer, leaned against the wall and told Logan to touch, anything he wanted.
“This is what I want. I am confused as what to do next, said Logan. “Help me Calvin, you decide.”
“Confused, my ass – you know exactly what you’re doing, who are you kidding? You’re doing just fine.”
The doorbell rang. Calvin pulled up his jeans and Logan put his pants back on. “Let me see who that is.” Said Logan visibly upset.
“You could ignore it.” said Cal.
“Nah, it might be important, I’m expecting some invoices from Charlie at work; he lives upstairs. This will only take a minute and I’ll get rid of him.”
Logan opened the door.
“I knew you were in sweetie, that’s why I leaned on the bell.”
It was Logan’s former boyfriend Kevin; with him was leather boy Joey. They walked past Logan and stepped into the room.
“Some other time guys, I have someone here right now.” Said Logan.
“I guess you do, yup, you certainly do,” said Joey looking at Calvin in a way he wasn’t supposed too.
“I’m Joey; the hot looking stud and with me is Kevin. And you are?”
Logan interrupted, “this is Calvin.”
“What do you do Calvin, I mean besides look amazing?” Kevin asked.
“Do - what do I do?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know you, so that shouldn’t concern you,” said Calvin.
“Sure, sure, I know all that, you’re not from the city, I’m just saying…”
“Why do you say that?” Calvin asked.
“It’s your look, you’re so purified.” Replied Kevin.
“That’s me alright, 100% purified.”
“Man, I didn’t mean to be nosey.”
“Of course you did, but no bad feelings taken,” said Calvin.
Kevin, what do you want here? Logan asked sounding a little annoyed with his company.
“I want to ask you something in private, can we go into the kitchen.”
“Nope, ask me right here, that will save me the trouble of telling Calvin later, what you wanted from me.”
“Can you spot me a couple of C notes?” Kevin asked.
“Fuck Kevin, you’re on your own, I’m not the bank of Manhattan.”
“It’s only ‘till pay day. I’ve got my job back” Just six days Logan, six friggin days and I will give it back to you.” Kevin said almost pleading.
Calvin walked into the kitchen to get away from their conversation, and Joey followed him.
“Are you fucking Logan,” Joey asked
“If you guys get the hell out of here, I might be” Calvin answered.
“Can I put my hand in your pants?” Joey asked.
“What did you say?”
“Touch you; I want to put my hand in your crotch and go exploring?”
“No, why would I ever go for that?”
“Why not.”
“Don’t start with me, just don’t do it.” Calvin warned.
“Sorry man, you are so naturally hot, that it bubbles out of you.”
“I don’t like you.” Calvin said rather firmly.
“Coward,” Joey replied.
Joey was a genuine twit and a forward little faggot. He did have a good body however, young and chicken like. For sure, Cal could rip that cracker sluts butt into pieces, but that was not going to happen.
“I just called you a coward,” said Joey.
“So you did, I don’t react to kid’s stuff. You couldn’t handle a southern black man.”
“What does that mean,” Joey asked.
“It means, don’t touch me – I don’t like you.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, it’s who you are.”
“Yeah, I guess so” Joey finally answered. “I fuck up a lot.”
A few minutes later Kevin and Joey left and they were alone again.
“Sorry about that man. I should have ignored the door like you suggested.” Logan said, taking his jeans back off. “In case you’re wondering, I did loan Keven the money.”
“Nah, that visit was thought-provoking. I got to talk with Joey and he is a twit, stupid as hell. Kevin got what he came for, but it’s your $200 bucks, and your business. Isn’t it strange how faggots come around when they want something?”
They reached the point to where fewer words were adequate, so they momentarily stopped talking. They began undressing like two male clients at Maggie’s whorehouse, mumbling and removing their clothes at the same time.
Calvin was nude while Logan fumbled getting his jeans off. Their hard flesh stood out like daggers ready to duel to a spurting climax.
“OMG Cal, you are a stud of satin blackness.”
Calvin could fuck like Kunta Kinte from the story of Roots. Logan compared Calvin to Kunta because their bodies were similar and Calvin was good looking and strong. He was not African black but a satin smooth chocolate; that excited Logan to no end.
“Don’t just stand there, take it man.” Calvin muttered barely audible.
Logan was immediately on his knees with his face in Calvin’s crotch sniffing like a dog and devouring everything.
Calvin moved his legs apart, so Logan could get to every morsel of junk that Cal’s daddy had given him. He bent down and kissed Logan and the two of them rolled onto the bed with Logan still clinging to him.
Calvin was on top of Logan’s chest and they kissed each other’s face non-stop. It was a bit ‘over-kill’ with all the kissing going on, but it was entertaining and certainly hot.
“You’re so cool, so nice, so fuckin fine Calvin kept repeating as he kissed and nibbled Logan’s face, lips and even his nose. He was consuming this white man with affection. He was infatuated with Logan’s body, a place where he wanted his lips and made no pretense about that.
Calvin’s sizeable black tool was wedged between Logan’s legs and felt heavenly; for they suddenly experienced the unmistakable pressure of two hardening cocks rubbing against one another, wrapped in anticipation and warm like burning flesh.
“They think they are brothers,” said Logan referring to their dicks, as he put both of them in his hand. Precum was leaking from them and the gooey wetness mixing together made their meat slippery as Logan jerked and slid them together.
There are all kinds of gay togetherness, but this was the sport for them. It wasn’t love because they were realist; although it certainly felt like something lovers would do together. It was meant to be strictly physical and sex is sex at its best. What’s love got to do with it?
They rested on the bed naked facing each other. Calvin had his hard dick between Logan’s legs. Logan cozied up next to his dark crotch and everything seemed to fit like it was made to order.
They stayed that way talking and kissing every now and then. Calvin eventually changed position and sat on Logan’s thighs. He put their cocks together in his hand and masturbated them both at the same time. The precum became lubricant and the feeling was amazing. Logan lay back with is head on the pillow looking at his black companion, with his body rippling away and sweat glossing on his chocolate skin.
There was no rush to get off. They had each other and time didn’t matter, touching mattered more to them. However, as poetic as that may sound, their bodies had other plans. Logan was about to cum.
“I’m awful close.”
“Me too,” said Calvin.
“Let’s try to do this at the same time,” said Cal “I’m almost there.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when cum sprang from Logan and ran over Calvin’s hand. Calvin followed and blasted a surge of sticky, whatever you want to call it, on to Logan’s chest. He continued jerking until everything stopped flowing and they were a gooey mess.
Calvin sprawled across Logan’s stomach, like he was swimming, and slid around through the mixture of cum. This may sound either disgusting or delicious, but it was neither. It was simply controlled passion from two strong men, who were behaving like sluts.
Calvin rolled off Logan and they stayed side by side with cum still messy on their chest. No one did a thing to wipe it away. They left it there and began talking.
“Sorry about Kevin coming here,” Logan said.
Cal quietly laughed flashing handsome white teeth. Logan darted his tongue across Calvin’s teeth before he had a chance to close his mouth. Logan couldn’t get enough of this man and it showed big time.
“Who cares about Kevin and his boy toy? You like black men, don’t you?” Cal asked.
“I like this black man, that’s for sure” Logan replied.
“Would you suck my dick? Calvin asked.
“Of course.”
“Swallow?”
“Of course.”
“Hold me close.”
“Yes, yes, of course, where is this survey going? Asked Logan.
“I just want to make sure that I’m black enough for you.”
“Hey man, don’t be saying that. The fact is chocolate, black, or whatever you call it, works for me. If you were a white Calvin that would also work, what I’m saying is; it’s Calvin the man, not the color. Stop with the labels.”
“That’s perfect” said Cal and stuck his tongue in Logan’s ear. “Wanna know something?”
“Sure, but don’t tell me you have to be going.”
“Never mind, I’ll tell you later. I’m not going anyplace, except to the shower. “Look at this mess, some dude came all over me.”
“Me too,” said Logan.
“C’mon.” said Cal, with a sparkle in his eye, that was never there before. He was definitely happy over something.
“Let’s do this shower business together.” He said slapping Logan on his naked butt.
“Sounds naughty to me; move your assets over bro and lead a booty man to the water,” said Logan.
The water flowed warm over their bodies, washing away the sins of the day. Water gurgled over the drain with the black and white brothers, soapy wet and laughing silly at their behavior.
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To be continued...
Posted: 03/29/19