Chocolate
by: Staley Cole Smith
© 2019 by the Author
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Chapter 8
LOGAN’S BODY ON CALVIN’S TERMS
Calvin leaned over Logan resting his knees on both sides of his body. He looked incredibly different sprawled out like he was sleeping. His chest was hard and handsomely tanned from the sun. Logan had low slung hips which gave him a model-like appearance. Calvin stared at him in awe. He looked beyond special to him.
Cal began feeling the smoothness of Logan’s tanned white skin and licked his forehead, then his cheeks, followed by his ears.
Logan raised his arm and Cal’s tongue found its mark. He chewed on his pit hairs and licked all the way down his arms to his fingers. Logan’s fingers went into Cal’s mouth by shear instinct. He sucked his fingers like taffy and it was very arousing.
Without hesitation, Cal lifted Logan’s legs on to his shoulders. He treated Logan like a $2.00 whore loving every minute of tasting his precious mate.
Logan cooperated without thinking, letting Calvin go where ever his heart directed him to go. His body was completely clean, after coming from the shower; maybe too clean. But for Cal, he wanted to be flawless.
Calvin was so hot; precum was oozing fast from his luscious black dick. He fed every bit of it to Logan, while finger fucking his butt.
“Here bro, use this.” said Logan tossing him some lube, but no condoms.
Calvin rubbed lube on his dick, and then wiped his hand on Logan’s ass cheeks. He lifted his legs carefully and pushed into his white melon butt. His balls were slapping against Logan’s flesh like music. Calvin’s cock was in a cavern of warmth and tightness.
Logan welcomed every thrust that Calvin pushed into him. The way Logan moved, illustrated how well; the two of them were matched and it was frightening. Calvin was more than just plugging butt. He was talking and comforting Logan, telling him how picture-perfect he was.
“Getting awfully close man – awfully close. And with that, he lifted Logan’s head forward and put his wet cock on Logan’s lips.
Logan opened his mouth just in time to receive several pulses of gummy white cum across his teeth. He wasn’t surprised, he expected it.
Many gay couples never go beyond a blow job or getting fucked. Our hero’s had sparks that clung to one another and they did everything together.
They had uniqueness thrilling them to desperation, once they were naked. Straight couples would find things like this deplorable, but for two gay people in love, it’s called togetherness.
Logan kept his arms around Cal and wouldn’t let him go. Cal rested his head in Logan’s neck.
“I think we’re in love,” said Logan.
“Just keep thinking that way,” replied Calvin, “we’re working on it.”
It was becoming too late for Calvin to get back to Harlem, so he stayed the night sleeping in Logan’s arms.
The following morning was Friday, and Calvin had to be at work; it was payday.
Logan awoke before Calvin, so he prepared scrambled eggs with bacon and ham. He poured some orange juice and toasted a couple of English muffins. He had just set some strawberry jam on the table as Calvin appeared in the doorway, wearing only a towel wrapped around his bottom. His chocolate frame was outlined by a small amount of daylight.
Logan tried not to stare, but couldn’t help himself, and didn’t want to.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
“Mornin, - Is that coffee I smell?” said Calvin.
“Yup,” replied Logan and handed him a cup of steamy hot brew.
“I should have gone home last night,” said Cal “I don’t have a clean shirt or underwear for work.”
“Yeah, you do. We are the same size and I have a load of shirts, help yourself and underwear too.”
“Thanks man, I can’t show up at the bank, in yesterday’s shirt, looking like a slob.” Said Cal.
All the togetherness was put on hold and they ate breakfast quickly, showered and dressed. In no time at all, they were on the subway headed for Penn Plaza.
The days and weeks, fell from the calendar. Calvin and Logan hung out every chance they got to be together.
They went to art galleries, a Broadway show, gay bars and clubs, and even the comedy club in Greenwich Village. Sometimes on weekends, they would play tourist and search around New York discovering its secrets.
On Sunday they took a carriage ride through Central Park holding hands. It sounds a little ‘Mary Poppins’ but, it was not silly to them. They went to an Italian street fair and sampled Italian food, and had their picture taken together. It wasn’t all sex; they were friends who loved each other and wanted to be together.
By now, love had walked in and stolen their hearts. They were not mushy acting or flighty, but just two men completely at ease with one another. They loved with every kind and wonderful sensation available to them.
They talked about moving to SoHo, a neighborhood in Lower Manhattan, or Greenwich Village, but everything was terribly expensive. They would be working mainly to pay rent.
For the time being, Calvin stayed on 128th street, helping his cousin by paying half of the rent.
He spent most nights sleeping with Logan, and kept clean clothes there for convenience. Calvin worshipped his white prince, more than anybody would have guessed. He never quizzed him about anything, and declared he would never be anything other than Calvin. What little attitude he once had, he buried.
Logan was so in love with Cal, that half the time, he couldn’t think straight. He was captivated by his good-looking face, kind heart and chocolate body. He wanted, never to share him, but realized everything would always be Calvin’s choice. He concerned himself with loving him this very moment, and that was the single most thing that mattered.
To be continued...
Posted: 04/19/19