Chocolate

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Chapter 13

YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU’RE MEANT TO 

 

Calvin and Logan met a year ago, beginning with the taxi ride from Grand Central to Penn Plaza. By the time the 2nd year rolled around, they loved completely with complete support for one another.

 

Calvin’s grandmother Gibson suddenly passed away and Calvin, broken hearted, rushed home to Chapel Hill, North Carolina. He said very little to Logan except; “I gotta go” and just like that he was gone.

 

With Logan’s heart chipping away into little pieces; somewhere in that feeling was a ton of realism. He couldn’t stop thinking about his endearing chocolate soul mate and needed him back.

 

The days slipped away without any contact from Calvin. This didn’t feel right.

 

If it was anyone but Calvin, Logan would have said, “To hell with him, if he doesn’t call, then he doesn’t call” and chalk it up to gay life experience. But, he couldn’t do that. Calvin had become so special, that he had to do something about it.

 

He loved him too much to simply walk away; Being happy was a “do it yourself” project, in Logan’s mind. He made a couple of phone calls to Delta airlines and then headed to Kennedy Airport.

 

The Delta flight from Kennedy to Chapel Hill took 1 hour and 40 minutes. Logan was familiar with the routine because he had done it before with Calvin. He looked at his watch every few minutes, hoping the time would fly along with Delta; which of course it did, but he kept looking anyway.

 

After landing, he rented a car at the airport and then stopped at a florist to buy a bouquet of fresh flowers to bring to Calvin’s mother. The florist didn’t have lily of the valley so he choose a sprig of white heather for Calvin. The florist put the heather sprig in a small cellophane bag to keep it fresh.

 

The Gibson’s were a close knit family and Calvin wanted to be there with them. For how long, was something that Logan had to find out for himself. He hoped that Calvin wasn’t in Chapel Hill with a boyfriend. He was 100% positive that was not the case; but stranger things have happened to him, and he didn’t want to be the recipient of bad news.

 

The bouquet of flowers sat next to him on the passenger seat and rocked with every bump in the road. It seemed so dramatic like a story from a high school play, but it was real. Everything about that moment was the real thing.

 

Logan pulled into Gibson’s driveway and parked. The structures around the property looked familiar; even so, situations like this were foreign to him.

 

He sat for a moment getting up the confidence  to get out of the car and greet the family. “Whatever I am, I am not lost;” he thought to himself.

 

He straightened up like a marine, as he stood in front of the door and rang the bell. Calvin’s mother answered the door and didn’t recognize him at first, but that quickly faded and she hugged him and kissed his cheek.

 

“Lordy, Lordy – It’s Logan, child, you’ve come for my Calvin. I know it, I just know it.”

 

Logan handed her the flowers and gave her a hug offering his sympathy for the passing of Grandmother Gibson, which she appreciated deeply.

 

“Is Calvin here?” Logan asked.

 

“Yes, good Lord, yes, he is. He has been moping around here like a wounded coyote. Made no secret of it either, He is missing you Logan something terrible.  You can’t hide that stuff from a mother” she said.

 

Calvin’s dad, who finally accepted Calvin having a boyfriend, and a white boyfriend at that, shook his hand. “Welcome son,” he said to Logan. “Thank you, for coming.”

 

Calvin’s mother called Cal who was taking a nap in the next room. “Calvin, you got company, drag your sorry butt out here child and see this man.” She yelled to him.

 

Calvin stood in the doorway and seeing Logan, he wiped his chin, with the back of his hand. He threw his arms around Logan and a tear ran from his eye. They stood there holding each other, much longer than one would expect. It was like the burning of Atlanta, watching them melt together.

 

That man loves my boy. Damn it, they love each other,” said Calvin’s dad. He went out the door, into the garden, shaking his head ever so slightly. The door closed quietly as Cal’s mom joined her husband outside.

 

They were alone, so Calvin kissed Logan passionately on the lips forcing his tongue into Logan’s mouth. Logan did the same trying to fill the hunger in his soul.

 

Like clockwork - their dicks were hard pushing against one another and they knew they had to cool it and stop.

 

Logan let go of Cal and stepped back to look at him. I couldn’t find Lily of the Valley in this hick town, but I got you a sprig of white heather.

 

A flower worked before; I’m not losing you and I am not giving up.” Said Logan and stuck the heather in Cal’s shirt pocket.

 

“Chapel Hill is not a hick town, our florist just sell out of flowers faster here in the south”   Calvin replied smiling and flashing delicious white teeth. He never changed his style and had an comeback for everything.

 

“My phone is not working and my folks don’t have a computer. I couldn’t find a computer from anyone we knew here in town, not even the library.”

 

“So that, is why you didn’t hear from me,” said Cal.

 

“It’s not a hick town, huh?” said Logan, stretching his arms in the air. He was showing the bulge that Calvin liked playing with.  So he unzipped his pants and put Cal’s hand in his underwear. His dick was growing into a torpedo.

 

“Jesus, my parents are just outside, they would never understand this. Hugging yes, but holding a man’s cock, I don’t think so.”

 

“I’m sorry, you’re right.”

 

“No baby, don’t be sorry, just understand how older black folks are” said Calvin “I know that thing in your pants is my dick”

 

“I do, I really do” Logan zipped back up and things calmed down.

 

That evening, there were no separate bedrooms. Cal’s mom made up the guest room putting clean sheets on a queen size bed, so the boys could be together.

 

Cal’s dad wasn’t sold on the idea of them sleeping together; but he accepted it.

 

They gonna be doin more nasty stuff in New York, so why should we be objecten” Cal’s mom said to her husband.

 

He still didn’t like them sleeping together, knowing what gay men do in bed; but he understood his son was gay.

 

“I suppose so woman, but it’s messed up, that’s all I got to say – messed up.”

 

“It’s Calvin’s life, and he is happy, so we gonna stay out of it. Besides, I like Logan, that man is fine” she said.

 

“I know woman, I like him too; he loves our boy, and that’s what counts.” admitted Calvin’s dad.

 

That night they slept together, and they behaved remarkably well for being so hot for one another. They jerked off together under the sheets and Calvin came quietly in Logan’s mouth, because that was what Logan wanted.

 

Logan whispered before going to sleep, “I love you Cal; damn but life doesn’t get any sweeter. If you want to see how happy you make me, all you have to do is look;” and he put Cal’s hand between his legs.

 

 “When we get back to New York, I have some lost love to make up to you” replied Calvin spooning Logan in his arms inhaling his masculine scent and pressing his junk up against his butt. “Damn straight, every friggin moment of affection, I will make up to you wearing myself out.” He said.

 

“You think?” Logan replied.

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

The flight the following day, from Chapel Hill landed at Kennedy, and it was none too soon for Logan. He had back what he went after and everything was just the way it should be; a whole lot of gorgeous.

 

To be continued...

 

Posted: 05/24/19