CHOCOLATE
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"The Boy's night out"
Calvin told his cousin about the trip he took with Logan. He barely got started and could tell that Lawrence had no interest in hearing about it, so, he stopped.
Logan and Calvin were not the typical gay couple. Yes, they followed the rules of romance and did the `nasty' probably better than most, but they were different; they went beyond loving each other.
The best thing they had was respect. There was silliness and kidding around by saying cracker or niggar, but never in front of anybody. They were always first class operators.
If one doesn't understand how their minds worked, the following paragraph, may sound dull to the reader, but not to them.
They loved being together. Logan didn't want the dating to end, so he would text Calvin and flirt with him daily. They sent messages back and forth, and then arrange to meet. Every time, it was like seeing each other, for the first time. It was special, sneaking off together to have sex and be alone.
Calvin checked his messages constantly waiting to hear from Logan and maybe get asked for a date. This was more exhilarating than sitting together on the sofa, thinking about some place to go.
They stopped talking about moving in together. Calvin still roomed with his cousin Lawrence, and Logan kept his small apartment. Maybe that would change, but for now, it was comfortable.
It was Friday and Calvin arranged to wait for Logan after work, by the escalator.
"What's up bro, are we going someplace," asked Logan as he stepped off the escalator.
"Want to go drinking, not bar guzzling, only for a couple of brews?"
"Sure, want to grab something to eat, or come back with me for soup and salad"
"I don't care," said Calvin
Soup and salad wasn't too appealing, so they decided on Little Italy and went to Lombardo's, known for pizza, that some say, is the best in the city.
They ordered Pizza with an antipasti salad and a pitcher of beer. This was no mistake, the pizza was beyond delicious.
Their waiter was a tall skinny queen. There is no other way to describe him; he spoke like Paul Lynde with a distinctively campy and snarky persona, and stood next to the table. He was wearing a name tag that said, `Chappy'
"Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Chappy, and I will be your waiter this evening. Cheerful Chappy, that me, he said"
Chappy took their order and returned with the beer. He was very talkative and stayed by their table for a few minutes making small talk.
"Are you men from the city? Of course you are, so silly of me, you're here aren't you?"
"Good, that's very good," followed up Calvin being polite.
What kind of a name is `Chappy'? Logan asked
"My name is really Charles, but that sounds so masculine and dreadfully formal, I prefer Chappy. I'm gay you know,"
"Why tell us?" Said Cal
"Oh, (he paused) I didn't want you to think I was just an act." He smiled with a missing tooth in the front.
"I think we already figured that out," added Logan
"Really? – what's that?"
"You're not acting, you are genuinely gay" continued Logan
"Are you a couple?" Chappy asked
"A couple of what?" said Logan
"Oh my, I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
Calvin gave Logan a slight kick under the table and he immediately stopped asking questions. Chappy walked away.
"Don't tease him, he's harmless and probably a loner. He's a little too girlie acting.
"You think?"
"Yeah, I think, but his lips aren't on my dick,"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan asked
"Drop your pants and find out." said Calvin smirking
"You do it,"
"Not in this lifetime," Calvin replied
When they finished eating, they left Chappy twice the amount of the normal tip.
"Want to go to a gay bar? I know a new spot in the village. Hell we can walk there." Logan asked
"Right, but not dressed like this, wearing a jacket and tie. We look like a couple of Albany detectives." said Cal "Give me the address and I will meet you there about 10:30. It's early, only 8:30, and tomorrow is Saturday.
They shared a cab uptown as far as Times Square, where they went separate ways.
"Calvin sent Logan an email – "We are going to get hit on, you realize that, don't you?" he wrote
"I know," Logan replied "I can handle it."
"Slut"
"Yup, but you love me," Logan wrote
Both men showered and did a decent amount of primping to look and smell good. Once they donned their clean jeans, they displayed a hefty package for an audience of hungry wolves.
Logan showed a bulge when wearing jeans, and Calvin's crotch was an eye catcher of packed chocolate flesh. They would get hit on alright going into the lion's den; but it meant nothing.
Running off to gay bars, was something they seldom did, but recently it seemed okay. They knew they were together, and couldn't panic ever time some guy checked them out. It happens to gay men, especially in big cities, where cruising is a way of life and one deals with it.
Logan got a blow job, in broad daylight, in Central park, and told Calvin. He didn't go looking, it came to him and he let it happen. It was physical and meant nothing to Logan except dumping a load. Yes. Cal overlooked it.
Logan got to the bar first, and was inside sandwiched between two men standing at the bar. When Cal arrived, he could see him through the small glass pane in the door. He paused and adjusted his belt and crotch.
Someone behind him said, "Loosening up the lunch basket for your grand entrance?" It was Joey.
"Hey, yur – you're, Joey?" Cal managed to say
"Yes, where's Logan? You two still an item?"
"Sure"
"Humph, and you are going to a gay bar, for a couple of drinks, right?"
"You got it - how did you know?" said Calvin,
"I'm going for a drink too and meeting somebody." Said Joey "I'm not getting `pick up', he's an old friend"
"Oh, that is so much better, for a moment there, I thought you were slumming." said Calvin.
"Who me, Joey the kid, slumming?"
"I guess you wanting to put your hand in my crotch, is different, from slumming" Said Cal
"I think it's different, of course, it's different" Joey replied
"Asshole," Cal mumbled
"What?"
"I said, "Is that's so?" Cal replied
"Oh"
Calvin pulled the door open, to a candy store of gay bodies, with Joey following close behind.
The bar was comfortably crowded and noisy with people talking. There was a small rinky-dink band on a pretend stage, about the size of a tabletop, strumming instruments. They weren't very good, from what Cal could tell.
A drunk patron got up from a table, flung a bar rag round his neck, and began singing. It was not a karaoke bar, but that didn't bother him. He belted out a show tune.
"Take back your mink, take back your pearls, - what made you think, that I was one of those girls. Take back the gown, the shoes and the hat – I may be down, but I'm not bad as all that."
The poor excuse for a band, plunked along trying to lend some musical accompaniment; but it was pretty dreadful. And `Miss Thing' the singer, looked like a fool pretending to be on the Broadway stage.
Still, everybody laughed and howled, because after all, gay is gay.
The group playing the instruments got up and went to the bar. The club started to fill up with recorded music of all kinds, one song after another. People were dancing and having loads of fun. At least it looked like fun to Logan.
Joey disappeared in the crowd and Calvin sat down at a small table. Logan was nowhere in sight.
A black waiter came past and asked Calvin what he wanted to drink. "You're not, by your lonesome, are you sweet-lips?" he asked Calvin
"Right now, I am."
"That won't last long," said the waiter, and went to get a beer for him. By the time he returned, Logan had found Cal, and they were both seated together at the same table.
"I told you sitting by yourself, looking like Morris Chestnut, you would soon have company," said the waiter winking, breathing in a sigh, and walking away.
"I was going to tell him that you were my boyfriend, but it doesn't matter. He will think I am popular."
"Or a slut" Logan replied
"Ohhh, you're good – you're good" added Cal "Guess who's here?" he said
"Somebody, I'm supposed to know, or somebody I want to know?"
"It's Joey from the leather team of Kevin and Joey."
"Jesus – `fuck me,' is Kevin with him?"
"I don't think so I spoke to him for a few minutes outside. He's here to meet somebody and it's not Kevin."
Nothing more was said about Joey and they began enjoying themselves, drinking and dancing. The best part was Logan holding Calvin and watching hungry eyes following Cal's butt as he moved across the dance floor.
They were both getting a little tipsy from drinking but not drunk by a long shot. Logan who is always reserve, began to loosen up. Cal was getting hit on for his chocolate skin.
A black guy came over to the table and asked Logan to dance with him. It was a slow dance and Logan said, "Sure"
"When you wanted to dance, I thought you would ask my friend, the black dude, he's hot." Said Logan
"He's okay, but I've got what I want right here," he said feeling Logan's butt and pushing into his crotch.
"The black guy is my boyfriend," Logan blurted out.
"I'll do you both, my name is Derrick, go and ask him if he wants to give up some ass?"
"Yeah, I'll do that" replied Logan
"When, go ask him now?"
"Nah, I'll wait until a very hot place freezes over," replied Logan
The music stopped and Derrick walked away.
Calvin was by himself at the table, when somebody leaned over him from behind and said in his ear – "dance with me, I promise to keep my hands off your crotch." It was Joey.
"Calvin found that comical and put his arm around Joey and said. "Why not, c'mon nasty."
Normally, Cal would have told him to `fuck off' but he was just mellow enough not to care. The next song was another slow dance and that meant holding each other.
Joey was young and really a little package. He was good looking and had a finger licking body. This was the first time that Cal noticed he wasn't wearing leather.
He was dressed in jeans and a pull over shirt. You could see his chest and nipples right through the shirt. The hottest thing about Joey was his butt. It didn't take a magician to see why Keven fucked him like a whore.
Joey pushed into Cal chest while they were dancing and he rested his head on Cal's shoulder. Calvin could feel Joey's warm body pressing into him and he was getting aroused.
"Joey whispered, into Calvin's ear while dancing. "Why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody; I just don't like you, there's a difference"
"Oh, I guess I deserved that."
"Be quiet"
Calvin lowered his hand and touched Joey's butt. It was pretty nice stuff and he was totally interested in touching it.
"Do I get a turn?" asked Joey
They were at the edge of the dance floor, when Cal said to Joey, "c'mon" and they walked into the men's room.
Inside, in plain sight, Cal leaned against the wall, unzipped his pants and told Joey to feel his balls.
Joey cooperated like a speeding bullet. He cupped his hands under Cal's black nuts and rubbed the length of his cock. He wanted to pull it out, but that was all Calvin was willing to give him.
"Can I have a taste – one taste – just one?" Joey pleaded
"No, let's go"
They were back on the dance floor before anybody, including Logan, knew they were gone.
Back at the table, Logan was sitting with a stranger that he introduced to Calvin as Jason. He was a husky young man with blond hair, not especially attractive, but sweet a hell and probably terrific under the sheets. He had been dancing with a lot of guys and danced very well. Jason was very interested in Logan, but got up and left when Calvin came back to the table.
"So, how was dancing with Joey," asked Logan?
"Good. I still don't like the twit, but we should fuck him." Calvin said
"What?"
"I said we should take him home and fuck some groans out of him. That would give Kevin something to think about."
"I hope it's only the drinks talking," said Logan
"Dancing with him, I felt his butt, and then I let him touch my cock. Are you upset" Calvin asked Logan
"No, and it's my cock that you let him touch. It's in your pants, but it's mine."
"Well actually, he also held my balls for a second or two."
"Logan grinned and replied – "I thought it was something like that"
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Part 11
"Here's Joey"