CHOCOLATE
By Staley Cole Smith
Stoney4mark@excite.com
PART 2
Remembering moments, not the day but the moments
"This is it" said Logan, putting his key in the apartment door. I don't bring a lot of people here."
"That's because some say, NO" Calvin said, trying to be funny as usual.
Logan didn't reply to that. Instead he walked ahead of Calvin turning on lights and leading the way directly to the living room.
The apartment was neatly laid out, but furnished sparsely. In the living room was a pull out sleeper sofa, a couple of chairs, and a three-way lamp on a table with some stacked hard copy books, and a TV monitor combo DVD player.
There was nothing dusty and the room was spotless. The kitchenette had the usual appliances with a counter for eating, and not much else.
There was one bathroom and a handsome bedroom. The bedroom was the largest room. It had a king size bed, or maybe it was queen size; Calvin wasn't an authority on bed sizes, but he looked at it knowing he would eventually be there, if Logan played his cards right. There were two closets; one in the living room and the other in the bedroom.
"I love what you've done with the place." said Calvin, still trying to be a comedian.
"Let's hope you love more than that," said Logan.
"I'm sorry; I'm an ass, huh?"
"Oh stop it – you're wonderful," and kissed Calvin quickly on the cheek and kept walking to the kitchen.
Logan knew what he wanted and he wanted Calvin. This obsession of having a black man stark naked and dripping pre cum against his body was incredible. Calvin was hot and Logan couldn't wait to taste the steamy treasure packed away in his underwear.
He went into the kitchen and Calvin followed and sat at the counter. Logan was wearing blue shorts and the small amount of dark hair on his legs looked manly. His crotch was definitely packing produce in there. When he bent over to get something from the fridge, his melon butt was in full view and Calvin mumbled..."God damn" out loud
"Did you say something?" asked Logan
"I did – that is sweet," said Calvin. "Man, you got it all together"
Calvin watched Logan walk about the room. He was more his type than other white man he had known. He wanted what he saw in those blue shorts. Logan was trim and luscious with low slung hips; Calvin's dick was getting hard.
Calvin didn't know where all this was going, but it was going someplace and he wanted Logan naked; Calvin's daddy was a jockey and he taught him how to ride. For certain, Calvin knew how to fuck and he understood well, what his dad was telling him.
"What can I get you to drink?" asked Logan
"Water"
"Just water?"
"That's it, just water"
Calvin had short black hair and looked like an athlete, in complete control moving like a stallion, confident and hot. He stood up to reach for the water and the junk outlined in his pants resembled a cucumber. Logan would either choke on it or get stretched. It didn't bother him in the least; he wanted that cock.
They sat at the kitchen counter side by side drinking water. Finally Logan spoke.
"You look like you have something on your mind," he asked not being funny, but sincere.
"I was wondering about you saying that you were tossed aside like an old shoe. That makes no sense. Wait, he continued, I'm sorry, that is none of my business – just cancel that last speech"
"It's true, the being cast aside part, or better yet dumped. It's no big deal – I made it a big deal, nobody likes to come in second" Logan replied.
"This place, Logan continued; I shared with my boyfriend until four months ago. It's a good thing we weren't married. We moved here together from New Castle where we lived in Delaware. Kevin, that's his name, changed from being a small town boy, to a big town slut. He was fascinated by the rush of the city. Everything to him was a game, a stupid game of conquest and fun. He whored around from bar to bar, never knowing where he would end up. Yet, he always managed to go to work the next day. He is sort of amazing in a way, but not very street smart.
"Is he black?" Calvin asked
"No, he's white.
"Where is he now?"
"He went to the East Village with a nineteen year old twink that he met at a leather bar. His name is Joey and he's older looking than nineteen. He passes for twenty two, with fake Id. Kevin is thirty and looks it. He caters to Joey, taking him places and buying him clothes and a lot of leather shit. "How stupid is that?"
"Isn't a twink, a boyish looking delicate guy? – probably white too?" Calvin asked
"Probably so, I'm not sure about the delicate part, maybe `rent boy" would be a better choice of words. Joey is a faggot in leather and doesn't look that young to me. He's okay I suppose.
I could see the end of the road coming for Kevin and me, at a rapid pace. He lost his excellent paying job as Shearson Lehman downtown, and moved to the East Village with his new catch. I'm sure they fuck every half hour lying together. I suppose you can link yourself to whomever you want, but it doesn't mean much, just rubbish in the morning. Logan concluded...
I know I asked, but forget them. I'm trying to get you interested in me on a one on one experience. You want a black man. I can see that. Well I'm black." Cal reminded him.
"You certainly are." said Logan.
"A-huh and I'm probably too much for you to handle."
"I think we better find out" Logan said and held Cal's face with both hands kissing him on the lips. Cal had thick full lips, a perfect motivation to think black. Tongues started moving in unison, lips were rubbing against one another and spit driveled from mouth to mouth. Below their belts two cocks were raging hard and they saw no reason to stop any of it.
Calvin pulled off his shirt and Logan did also. He darted immediately to Cal's chest licking and sucking his nipples. "OMG, you taste so good, you're a game changer when it comes to bodies. How real is that?
Calvin's body was hard and well-proportioned with everything in the right place. Logan took a sip of water and let it trickle down Cal's body licking it away as it travelled to his crotch. He kept licking Calvin's stomach and bathing him with his tongue; until he nibbled on his balls and licked Hershey tasting cock. It was then Calvin pulled Logan away and took charge.
"Fuck this play shit" said Calvin and walked Logan to the big bed covered in pastel colored sheets. They striped holding themselves, chest to chest and rubbing black and white crotches together like one giant body, Calvin pushed Logan on to the bed and topped him with his masculine black body smothering him in chocolate, with a great deal of respect.
They used each other like trash sampling body parts, especially between their thighs. Logan was aggressive and loved the essence of his black stud and sniffed his crotch like a whore looking to get high. This was typical behavior for Logan and Calvin never objected because he was in control over this hungry white boy, who was just following his passion for black men.
Logan was on fire when Calvin fingered him and slowly pressed two of them into his body. There was lube and condoms next to the bed. He knew his long black pole might hurt him, and he would be gentle; but once inside Logan, he belonged to him and the game was on. It didn't take long for Calvin's chocolate tool to disappear between Logan's sweet white melon cheeks.
He fucked him every way possible and tossed him around like a sack of potatoes. With all the different positions that Calvin used, his cock never left Logan's body. Calvin had terrific lasting power and Logan almost came several times, but that didn't happen. They thrashed around like animals loving the game they were playing and Calvin rode him like a stuffed sheep.
Calvin pulled out and rubbed his cock across Logan's mouth, slippery condom and all. "Taste yourself," he said, definitely taking charge.
Logan did just that, but it was quick. Calvin tossed the condom to the floor. His shiny wet black dick went into Logan's mouth. "Take it" he commanded.
"A-huh, mumbled Logan taking as much as possible without choking too much.
Calvin climaxed quickly and deluged Logan's mouth with a full-size load from two large black nuts releasing chocolate spurting into his mouth. Like gumdrops, cum worked its way down Logan's throat.
Logan had barely stopped swallowing when Calvin was between his legs licking his crotch. "Rest easy baby, you did fine. This niggar's gonna show you how a real black man sucks dick."
He took almost all of Logan into his mouth, and Logan had plenty of cock in the welcome wagon department. Calvin stroked Logan using his hand and the pressure in his mouth keeping him wet. Logan couldn't hold back and didn't want too. A couple of jerks and his balls tightened as he erupted into Cal's mouth like a faucet. Calvin was getting sticky vanilla, like he wanted from Logan since he saw the bulge in his pants on the escalator.
They held each other panting and pleased with themselves.
Calvin finally spoke, "are we sluts?"
"Probably, but reserved sluts." Logan replied, aware of what they really were.
"Did you get enough chocolate juice man?"
"OMG yes, I almost covered myself in sweet and funky; hell, I could bottle that." Logan said
"A-huh."
"I'm serious it was first-rate"
Calvin sat on the edge of the bed and, reached under the sheet for his underwear. He jumped to his feet and started to put on his jeans
"Don't get dressed yet, I want to do something else before you leave." said Logan.
"Like fuck my black ass" said Calvin - "Look at your bad self"
"Right on, replied Logan "A man's got to do, what a man wants to do."
"Go for it, I'm in no hurry to go anyplace." Calvin said taking back off his underwear.
He sprawled across the bed, with his legs spread, his limp dick hanging like a weapon and his black butt warm like charcoal.
"Show me an epic night of awesome - Tear it up man, fuck me like you mean it."
Stoney4mark@excite.com
Part 3 - Logan is better than good