Chocolate

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 9

WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT’

Logan was stretched out on the sofa with Calvin lying between his legs and resting his head on his chest. They were watching a movie to relax after a maniac workout having sex.

Logan did some major sucking up to the boss to get vacation time. The problem was everybody wanted the same time, but Logan managed to get it. He wanted it immediately, so he could be with Calvin.

Calvin had been selected as employee of the month, and for an award, he earned five, plus the weekend, days off with pay. It was a mini holiday which thrilled Cal, because his vacation wasn’t available for several months. The only stipulation was the time had to be taken now, during a slow period at the bank.

“I didn’t know that banks had slow periods,” said Logan, tickling Cal’s ear with his finger.

“I don’t think they do.”

“Then why do they say it?”

“Because they’re banks, but in this case, the bank is remodeling the entrance and the lobby. They are trying to redirect some depositors to their sister bank a block away, to save confusion. Now get your finger out of my ear.” Calvin said.

“Awe, does the baby hate getting his ear tickled?”

“How would you like a finger stuck in your ear?” Calvin said and crawled up Logan’s chest and kissed him on the lips.

Logan could feel his heart beating, as he rested on his chest. They were becoming a part of each other, and their behavior was proof of it. 

Cal placed his hand over the bulge in Logan’s shorts, but nothing moved like it normally did.  Logan was utterly worn out, drained you might say.  Calvin had worked him to a frazzle all morning, pawing his body like a rag doll…

“Geese man, give me time to recover. I’m good, but my name isn’t Clark Kent.”

“Awe, is the baby all tired out? Calvin said trying to get back at him.

Logan laughed and held him tight. He certainly was a lucky man. Cal was a keeper – an absolute keeper.

“Let’s take a trip,” Logan said.

“Okay.”

“Don’t you want to know where?”

“Okay, where?” Cal asked.

“New Castle.”

“You’re not – you’re not, taking me home to meet your family, are you?

“It’s just mom, everybody else is married, moved away, or dead.”

“Well, that’s a comforting thought.”

“So will you go with me?”

“Sure, I’ll get the 3rd degree, but might as well get it over with.”

“We can take Amtrak and it will cost next to nothing,” said Logan.

“I can see it now, said Calvin. We’ll have a day in New Castle, and then a couple of days in Chapel Hill.

“Chapel Hill?” - Did you say Chapel Hill?”

“You will, go with me to North Carolina?”

“I suppose. But you sure you want me along, in North Carolina?  I hear your grandmother is a tough woman.”

“Nah, she’s harmless, just nosey, but you know grandmothers, they have opinions about everything. She will love you, because I do.”

The following morning, just that fast, they boarded the path train to New Jersey then left there by Amtrak for Delaware. 

In Delaware, Logan rented a car and drove along Mowery Rd. pass small suburban homes in New Castle, with Calvin by his side.

“Sort of countrified,” grinned Calvin.

“Of course, smiled Logan, but we raise the men big, here in New Castle.”

“Sure, sure, where bigger is really bigger, I suppose” said Calvin making light of everything Logan said.

“You see that little white bungalow on the left straight ahead. That’s mom’s place. She moved there after dad passed away, because she was alone and she wanted a house that was small.

I grew up on the other side of town, when the family was all together. Kevin, my notorious X, lived close by and we played together as kids”

“And you played together as grown-ups too,” said Cal.

“That’s right, we did,” he replied sounding barely interested in Kevin.

Logan pulled into the driveway and parked behind an old Dodge Avenger.

“Well, c’mon, said Logan; mom knows were here, she doesn’t miss a trick.”

Logan’s mother was so happy to see Logan, and his special friend, that she cried and kissed them both.

“I’m so happy that you are looking out for my boy,” she said to Calvin grabbing his hand.

“I don’t look out for him mame, he looks out for himself; but we are very close” he replied.

“Please, call me Lorraine.”

“Thank you, err Lorraine.”

Lorraine laughed and put her arm around Cal. She immediately liked him.

They spent a couple of days with Logan’s mom. She waited on the boys hand and foot, feeding them and making sure they ate well. She was so impressed with Calvin; he’s gorgeous,” she whispered to Logan.

“Yeah, I know.”

Logan drove around New Castle showing Calvin where he went to school, and played basketball; where he got his first job, the house he grew up in, and where his X boyfriend Kevin used to live. They had no secrets from one another. Their love was stone solid and everything else was just fluff, including Kevin.

It was time to move on; Lorraine gave them some snacks to eat on the train, although they really didn’t need it.

The Amtrak station in North Carolina was about 30 miles away from Chapel Hill. Calvin rented a car and talked all the way non-stop, and it was all about his hometown.

Chapel Hill is home to the University of North Carolina, which is known for its basketball team. Calvin went to school there, and played basketball right up until graduation.

“Did I ever tell you that I played basketball for UNC” Calvin said to Logan.

“Nope, you were too busy dribbling something else.”

“Yeahhhh, I guess I was, at that,” Cal replied.

Logan was surprised to learn, there was not a heavy black population in Chapel Hill compared to Atlanta; and he mentioned that to Calvin.

“I know,” said Calvin. “And you hear so much about diversity in this area, but, you’ve got your own nigga right here,” and rolled his eyes at Logan.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that, I love you Calvin.”

“I know you do, I was just funning. You should be used to me by now.”

“Here we are,” said Cal and stopped in front of a nice looking remodeled country house, with a large veranda and some lovely gardens.  There was a sign on the fence that read GIBSON.

Two women came off the porch to greet them.  Oh lordly, its Calvin cried out the younger women. She hugged Calvin like he had been gone for centuries. The older woman, his grandmother, did the same thing.

“Mama, Granny,” this is Logan, he said.

Logan went to shake hands with his mother, and she pulled him close and hugged him.

His grandmother said, “So, you is the white boy, my grandson is taken with. Get your boney self over here, and give Cal’s Granny a hug, you are family now boy, Calvin loves you. I know, he tells me everything.”

“I don’t tell you everything Grandmother, you’re just a nosey old woman, said Calvin smirking.

“But, I know how you be feeling - just love him child, make him happy” his grandmother replied.

“I don’t think your father likes me very much.” Said Logan.

“Pay no attention. He doesn’t like having a gay son, but trying to accept it. It’s not a color thing at all. It’s a gay thing, and would treat any guy the same way,” said Calvin rubbing his hands together.  He’ll come around and if he don’t then he don’t.”

That evening they slept in separate rooms.

The following day, after a barbeque dinner, in the garden, Calvin took Logan to the University Campus. He wanted to give him the grand tour, being so proud, talking about Chapel Hill. The longer he was around Calvin’s family, the more he liked them; all of them. His dad turned out to be really cool. Cal was correct, his dad came around and they were all pals.

Time sailed by quickly and they accomplished everything they set out to do. Calvin returned the rental car, and time being short, they booked a one way flight on United, back to New York. They landed at LaGuardia Airport and made their way back to Manhattan.

Logan unlocked the door to the apartment, walking in and dropping everything on the floor; he flopped on the sofa.

“The best thing about leaving this place is coming back. Never thought New York would look so good to me,” he said. “Damn, I’m tired, everything was rush, go, go.  I haven’t had the chance to love my baby, the way a man ought to,” said Logan

“Are you listening?” he yelled out to Calvin, who was in the kitchen.

“Yes, I heard you, you’re sex starved, horny and I’m about to get mauled.”

Calvin left the kitchen and went to the bathroom, and then to the bedroom, collapsing down on top of the covers. He maneuvered out of his clothes, but left on his underwear. He sprawled out on the bed waiting for Logan, who was there in a flash.

“That was fast,” said Cal.

“Damn straight it was,” Logan said pulling off his shirt as he walked towards the bed, dropping his clothes and struggling to get the socks off. Finally, naked, he cuddled next to Calvin, and they rolled together like book ends.

Calvin eased Logan’s head down to his crotch, and then left everything else up to his amazing lover. Logan pulled at his underwear with his teeth trying to remove them. Finally with Cal naked, he sniffed Calvin like a blood hound, enraptured by the aroma of his body. He ran his hands up and down his silky hard frame, for nothing more than touching. He loved touching Calvin, sometimes to the point of being annoying, although Cal never complained.

Logan worshipped Calvin. This isn’t too strong a word for how he felt, and he ached for everything about him. It was ridiculous, but he couldn’t’ avoid feeling this way. He learned as an adult that, it only takes a sip of wine to know it’s a good bottle.

Cal’s cock went into Logan’s mouth and he wouldn’t give it back. He functioned like an animal, sucking his black prince with precision.

Calvin’s black log, pulsed without effort, as spurt after spurt of milky cum went into Logan’s mouth. Logan stayed with him every speck of the way, missing nothing. This was more than just a blow job, it was honest love.

Calvin was exhausted; he automatically rolled over on to his stomach, and fell asleep.  Logan rubbed his black ass, kissing and licking his chocolate butt. Being hard as a rock, he began rubbing along Calvin’s crack, and then it happened…

Logan lubed his dick and fucked Calvin while he was sleeping. He rode him savagely like he was drugged, being careful never to hurt him. Calvin whimpered, in his sleep, and moved his legs further apart, turning Logan into a cougar.

Logan continued fucking his love, pretending he was raping him. It turned him on like never before. Maybe it was the game; maybe it was the warmth of a superb body, perhaps desperation to get inside Cal; whatever it was, it made him feel powerful. He hadn’t cum in a few days, and he had big balls. So when he let go, it was enough to make triplets.

Logan stared at Calvin as he slept nestled in the soft pillow, making little sounds while staying still. Logan gently touched his face and quietly kissed his cheek, as not to wake him. He was special, so very special.

Wet, sticky, and disgraceful, Logan fell asleep soaking in the warmth of Cal’s body. He kept his hand on Cal’s chocolate butt, as oozing cum stuck his fingers together. Some things are unforgettable.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/26/19