Chocolate
by: Staley Cole Smith
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Chapter 7
Black and white
“Are you in the mood for Chinese food?” asked Calvin.
“Sure” Logan replied.
“C’mon, it’s a little walk to 48th street, but not far, and the noodle with smoked duck is wonderful. Do you like duck” Calvin asked.
“I’d rather have chocolate.”
“I knew you would say something like that. Do you want to skip the Chinese duck and instead set a record for endurance under the sheets?”
“Let’s do both.”
“Exactly,” said Cal. I knew you would like that and winked at Logan. There was no mistaking that wink, Logan was Calvin’s man.”
“I didn’t think black folks liked greasy duck with all that sauce and noodles,” said Logan.
“Sure nuff do, we just chomp at dem bones and pretend dat its chicken” said Cal in an old Negro accent.
“Cut that out.” Logan snapped at him in a gentle way.
“I know. I’m just being a funny man, like in the Comedy Clubs.”
“Well, comedy does make it tolerable but cool it.” He repeated.
“What is this Chinese place called?” asked Logan changing the subject.
“Wu Liang Ye” Calvin answered.
“Okay- if you say so.”
The restaurant was inviting and had an oriental fascination about it. No one had duck; but what they ordered for dinner was excellent.
With dessert they had fortune cookies. Calvin read his fortune first. “You will have money soon” the cookie predicted. Say, that’s pretty cool. Tomorrow is pay day.
Logan opened his fortune cookie next; it read – 'You will meet tall dark handsome stranger.' “Hey, how about that,” Logan blurted out.
“I’m tall and I’m dark.” said Calvin.
“That you are, “Logan said smiling.
“A-humm, and how ‘bout the rest of it?”
“Okay, you’re handsome; are you happy now?”
“Pretty much,” Calvin replied.
They left the restaurant and went to a gay bar for a drink. It was in walking distance so it was convenient. At the bar no one paid attention to either of them. It was stacked with older people, mostly senior men socializing and listening to outrageous music from the forties and fifties, pretending to be elegant.
Calvin didn’t like the place and neither did Logan. The music alone was from the archives; but the drinks were good.
Who is Sophie Tucker?” asked Calvin.
“Beats me, before my time.” The label said, “The last of the red hot mama’s.”
“Jesus - sounds dirty.”
“Probably not, replied Logan, ‘red hot’ had a different meaning in those days.”
“How do you know?”
“I read a lot.”
They left and went to Bryant Park. The park hadn’t closed yet, so they sat on the steps watching people making small talk.
“Why are we sitting here, asked Logan.
“I don’t know, I’m with you man. Maybe we are trying to recapture Bryant Park memories. We started from here, remember?"
“I also remember, I ended up with you in my arms” added Logan.
Calvin immediately stood up and said……… “Well,” and pulled Logan to his feet. “It’s time for history to repeat itself.”
They left the park. Calvin wanted to shower after being in the same clothes all day; and Logan wanted to be with him. Logan undressed Calvin but only after a long make out session of kissing and spit swapping. He kissed and licked his neck, put his face under his arm and ran his tongue down his chest. Nothing was out of bounds for Logan and everything excited him. After all, this wasn’t just a quick hook up; this was his Calvin.
“C’mon, said Cal, get them off and unbuckled Logan’s pants. They dropped to the floor with a plunk and Cal’s hand was in Logan’s underwear like lightning.
“Man. You love those balls,” said Logan giving himself completely to him.
“I do man, I really do.”
They kick off the rest of their clothes and Logan led Cal by the hand into the bathroom. In a matter of seconds they were soaping and rubbing together as the warm water covered their bodies like summer’s rain.
Being both aroused, it was impossible for them not to do an enormous amount of dick grabbing. So, they immediately did what they wanted, and held each other. The water continued to pour over them, but it didn’t deter a thing, at least in the beginning.
Calvin was kneeling in water trying to get Logan’s cock into his mouth. Logan leaned against the shower wall and didn’t move, so Calvin could work on what he loved. It was long, plump, and shot off like a cannon when it became excited.
“This is nuts,” Calvin finally said. I am competing with this damn water in my mouth, running off your dick and everything taste like soap. Screw this action. Fuck me man and that will solve everything,” Calvin blurted out, being very direct.
Logan had been finger fucking Cal’s butt from the moment they got into the shower together. It was pure lust running through his veins just being naked with Calvin. Nobody had ever affected him quite this way before. He used to think that Kevin was hot, but compared to Calvin, there was no comparison. Kevin faded away as tho he never existed. There was only Calvin.
Logan leaned Calvin against the shower wall with his body receiving sea foam soapy suds splashing against it. He kept rapidly moving a couple of soapy fingers in and out of Cal’s butt. Calvin’s groans sounded like ecstasy rape as he kept backing into Logan’s hand.
“If that dough boy flag pole you got for a dick, ain’t broken, then fuck my black ass, you dumb prick.” Shouted Calvin. “C’mon Logan, tear it up,” he pleaded.
Logan was sliding inside his dark passage. He rested on Cal’s back as his cock slid in disappearing, inch by inch. Cal bent over and it was not that comfortable, but it gave better access for Logan in the way he expected it.
Logan was holding and stroking him. He was so hot for Cal’s body that cum was bubbling faster than Logan would have wanted it. He tried to hold back, but the feeling inside Calvin, plus the sight of his body, and even the sound of his voice, pushed him over the edge. This always seemed to happen when loving Calvin. He was the world to him.
Logan let out a grasp as sticky cum filled Cal’s passage. His butt tightened around Logan’s cock and juice shot into the bowels of Calvin’s wet dark body.
Logan rarely made sounds when he got off, he would just let it fly, but not this time. He didn’t howl like a dog at the moon, but he did let go with a multitude of triple X words. “Oh fuck, you gorgeous bastard, OMG you are what my dick’s been longing for. Oh Cal - Cal baby.”
They kissed for several minutes and Logan washed away the dripping sin from Cal’s crack, pampering him like the precious love, he was to him.
They turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower; on to a large beach towel that Logan had left earlier on the floor to stand on.
Calvin began drying Logan and pulled him down to the floor and set on top of him, still dripping with water drops. Calvin hadn’t cum yet and he was hard as stone and twice as horny. He pressed firmly on top of Logan’s body, pinning him with his arms, kissing him harder than he had ever done before.
“Don’t move,” said Calvin. When I get done with you, we might be talkin church bells.
“I can’t move; you have your knee in my crotch. Church bells don’t fit the life I lead, but I’m curious enough to find out,” said Logan
“I bet you are,” replied Calvin.
To be continued...
Posted: 04/12/19