CHOCOLATE -- Part 3
By Staley Cole Smith
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LOGAN IS BETTER THAN GOOD
Lying here, It got me thinking about how real you really are," said Calvin. "It seems important to enjoy each other's company out of bed as well as in."
"What does that mean? Of course I'm real, I'm not just noise, I'm pretty amazing," Said Logan
"Life is full of types, so okay you're authentic. As for amazing, I'll let you know about that later." said Calvin
Logan had a `thing' for Calvin's thick lips and kissed them with moist kisses strictly for pleasure. His hand found its way down Calvin's stomach in order to fondle his hefty black balls. He became aroused again coming to life with Logan's hand on the black stallion between his legs.
"Take me?" Calvin insisted, transferring Logan's hand to his butt. You can ditch the foreplay; I want to see what you've got.
Logan had no problem putting Calvin on his stomach in order to touch his smooth dark butt. Without hesitation, he pushed his face between the Hershey flavored globes and licked them with his tongue. "I've been looking for this moment all day," he said.
"Then work man you don't have to fool around with me trying to turn me on. Just do some serious fucking like you need to fuck, I can handle It." said Calvin
Calvin didn't just lie there instead he pushed back sealing his butt to Logan's face. Get that tongue in there as far as you can, white boy."
"Cut out the white boy shit," demanded Logan
"Sorry," said Calvin, "I was caught up in the moment. It's not every day, that I have a good-lookin white dude licking me." Logan's tongue was riveted from so much licking. Yet he continued drooling on Calvin's backside, getting him wet for serious penetration. They both relaxed as the chocolate hole gave clear evidence of needing something hard placed in there.
I've got you buddy and you can take it, Logan whispered with his arms completely wrapped around Calvin's back and chest. With his dick in a condom raincoat, he pushed into Calvin, who was surprisingly tight. He wiggled backward into Logan's thighs, trying to get comfortable. "Relax baby, relax, I've got you." Logan whispered.
"Yeah that's great, but who's got you?" Said Cal
"It's under control man, everything is under control," said Logan hoping he would shut up and take the thumping that he promised him.
Logan could feel his dick pulse swimming in the deep chocolate flesh of the black body underneath him. His hips began a circular back and forth movement massaging the dark canal like a power screwdriver. His strokes grew faster and more forceful producing sweat that sealed them together. Logan was definitely fucking Calvin like he meant it.
Logan closed his eyes and hammered away making his assault stronger. He struggled to hold off from exploding; but the tight wetness of Calvin's butt was too strong to compete with, so it wasn't an easy thing to do. Logan finally stood up and pulled Calvin to the edge of the bed and he fucked him standing up. It was one of those times when Calvin's face went into the pillow. He was taking some serious cock, but Logan knew he could do it. Everything was textbook gay.
Logan fucked his way to excellence, and couldn't hold back any longer. His crotch was like cannon, already lit and forcing ammunition from his balls to the target. This would be a load worth remembering.
Logan shed tears at the sensation of the creamy nutt leaving his body and saturating Calvin's rectum. It was more powerful than he envisioned with his chest glazed in sweat and panting intensely. "Damn and double damn", was all he said.
Calvin was equally as sweaty as the two kissed again and again. "You're more amazing than I would have guessed" said Calvin "You fuck like a nigga. Now don't take it the wrong way - that's a compliment. Kevin must be crazy nuts to let you go for some leather fool, young or not. I don't get it." He concluded
"I don't either, we are all fools when you come down to it" said Logan
"Not likely, I'm not," Calvin said, heading for the bathroom. "I ain't nobody's fool." He shouted back.
"That's only an expression, forgot about it and let's shower" Logan cried out after him. "We can shower together."
"Nope, I'm going home."
"You're leaving right now?" Logan asked
"A-huh gotta split and you have to work tomorrow, lucky bastard" He said coming out of the bathroom drying his face on a white towel.
"Okay -- whatever, Logan replied, "That's fine."
Calvin was dressed in a matter of seconds and headed for the door to leave. He stopped at the kitchen counter for one more sip of water from a half empty glass.
Calvin took Logan in his arms giving him a Hollywood design kiss on the lips. "This was a date, so I get to do that." he said and left.
Logan still in his underwear poured some scotch into the remaining glass of water and took a drink. "What the hell was that all about?" he said out loud to an empty room. "Is it possible that Calvin thinks I called him a fool? Jesus, a drama queen ends up here sooner or later, just annoying me. I hate this gay shit."
It was after midnight when the subway stopped at 125th street in Harlem. It was dark and Calvin had to pass a trio of young blacks on the street.
"Hey bro, gimme a dallar?" somebody said to him
"I ain't got a dollar" Calvin replied
"Gimme $5.00, you got $5.00"
"Get a job, nigger," he said and kept on walking.
"Damn, check out the uppity nigga; fuck `em, cheap southern mutherfucker," somebody cried out followed by laughter.
His cousin James was home watching TV when Calvin entered the apartment.
"Hey homie how was your date? James asked
"It wasn't a date, it was a fuck." Calvin replied
"So you got into the no parking zone, huh? That's what I'm talkin `bout." said James.
"Say what? Shut up man, you're best ignored and I gotta shower" said Calvin disappearing into the bathroom.
The following morning, James had left the apartment by the time Calvin woke up at 8:00 am. The memory of last night with Logan was still with him. He liked Logan and the sex was really decent, there was no denying that. He was comfortable in the knowledge that last evening was sexually safe. He poured himself some coffee.
One would never guess by looking at Calvin, how insecure he really was. He tried to compensate for his insecurity by being smooth, but that was an act. He got offended easily which was unfounded nonsense for such a powerhouse of a man. Calvin had a non-stop body and impressive looks. He was packed well between his legs and fun to be around. However his mind worked better by being a good actor. It wasn't a black and white issue with Calvin, it was status. Logan was successful living in the city with income and a good job.
He was jobless sleeping on the sofa, at his cousin's place. It wouldn't have mattered so much if Logan had turned out to be a mistake, but Logan was not a mistake, he was perfect.
"Leaving Logan abruptly last night concerned Cal. There was no good reason to do that. The smartest idea for him now, was to think about what's cool and then do something about it.
He picked up his phone and sent Logan a text.
"G-morn, are you upset with me?" He wrote
"Upset - how?" Logan replied immediately.
"Me leaving early"
"No -- did I do something?" Logan asked
"Of course not" Calvin wrote, automatically feeling better
"I'm in a meeting -- later" Logan wrote, clicked off and was gone.
The sun was shining through the water spotted window pane. Some teen age boys and a few girls were shooting hoops in a vacant lot next door. Logan watched them from the window remembering his high school days back in Chapel Hill, not too far from the University. He was captain of the school's basketball team and also popular with the young ladies.
He loved the smell of a sweaty locker room with his black brother's naked showing a variety of black dick. He especially liked slapping someone on their backside in the shower. The white boys on the team seemed irevelent, although he liked looking at their white melon butts often getting aroused seeing them in tight underwear.
His day dreaming was interrupted with a phone call. The ID said Michael Ellsworth.
"Damn, that's Penn Plaza, what's his problem?" Calvin asked himself. He decided to let the call go to voice mail and waited.
Mr. Gibson, This is Michael Ellsworth calling. If you are still interested in employment, I have an opening in banking here at Penn Plaza. You immediately came to mind with your impressive credentials from Chapel Hill. Call me at your convenience if you are available. No additional interviews will be necessary and I will hold the position open for the next 48 hours.
Calvin interrupted the voice mail message. "I'm here, Mr. Ellsworth, so good of you to contact me."
"Yes, I would be interested in the position. I do sir, have an appointment at 11:00 this morning but free the rest of the day. What time would you like to see me?" Asked Calvin
"Can you make it here by 2:00 pm?"
"Yes, I will be at your office at 2:00 pm, thank you sir" said Calvin sounding professional.
"Excellent," replied Ellsworth and clicked off.
Calvin put his phone back in his pocket, snapped his fingers in the air and said, "YESSSS."
Calvin had no 11:00 am appointment; he lied but wanted to sound occupied and not excited. This happens often in business, but what's the point when all one has to be is better than the next guy. It did however, fire up his confidence, so maybe that is the point, who knows?
It was 3:20 pm when Calvin left Michael Ellsworth office, gainfully employed. He landed a position working in the mortgage center at Bank of America. The pay and benefits were excellent and he was happy feeling secure once more.
He wanted to call Logan and tell him the good news but thought he would wait until later. Instead of returning to Harlem, he caught the number 2 train to Times Square just to be among people. It was only a five minute ride by train saving eight city blocks of walking.
There was a mature dark gentleman, probably in his forties or maybe older, sitting across from him who zeroed in on his bulging crotch. He licked his lips several times, but Calvin pretended not to notice and got off at 42nd street. The man did also.
"Excuse me, but don't I know you?" said the gentleman from the train, who was standing beside Calvin on 42nd street.
He was a nice looking black man, but Calvin didn't know him. "No, I don't know you," said Calvin.
"Look" the man said "I have some business to talk over with you."
"No, you don't have any business that I want to hear about. I ain't buying, I ain't selling, and I ain't lookin" Calvin replied rather firmly.
When the light changed, Calvin crossed the street with a stream of people and the man was gone.
He first thought about going to Bryant Park for ice cream and ride the carousal like an overgrown kid. But instead he stopped at a Jewish deli and bought a sandwich to take home with him. Bryant Park had memories that he didn't care to revisit.
It was another hot day in New York and Calvin couldn't wait to get out of his suit and tie to put on comfortable clothes. He stripped down to his underwear and stretched out on the sofa with his sandwich and a can of beer, on a small table next to him. The TV was still on from morning, so he turned it off and laid back to rest. He hadn't had much sleep the night before and he was tired.
As he rested, he thought about Logan's white butt and his cock began to swell. With his eyes closed, he pulled down his underwear so he could stroke his cock.
Somebody's hand beat him to it. His cousin Lawrence, who was doing laundry in the basement, returned not making any noise. He began stroking Logan gently and massaging the tip of his wet dick with his finger. Calvin kept his eyes closed while his cousin played with his slippery cock.
Lawrence kneeled on the floor and put his face into his black hairy crotch. There wasn't much room to spread out, so Calvin raised one leg and put it on the back of the sofa, opening up the space between his legs.
It was only a matter of seconds when Lawrence's gentle hand was replaced with his warm mouth. Calvin had been squinting, but now he opened his eyes and watched as two thick lips tighten around his black cock. Lawrence sucked with a steady rhythm using his hand to guide Cal's dick in and out of his mouth. He used his lips like rawhide applying tightness at the appropriate place. Calvin became so hot that he couldn't lie still any longer.
Calvin embraced Lawrence's head with both hands and carefully fucked his mouth the best he could from lying in a flat position.
"Fuck bro, you makin this dick nervous with all that fine suckin," mumbled Cal.
"Sometimes it's hard not to want you." Said Lawrence
"Uh-huh, I know that by the way you be chowing down." Said Calvin
It felt great for Calvin but uncomfortable for Lawrence. He choked a little, gaged even more and drooled saliva on to Calvin's balls. All that didn't matter in the least, he was face fucking and Lawrence just had to take it. Lawrence was sucking the best he could and squeezing Cal's black nuts with the other hand, trying to get the weapon off.
"Don't stop man, you almost got it," said Calvin rising his body up from the sofa and drilling deeper into Lawrence.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck; take it nigga, cried out Calvin as he shot into his cousin's mouth. "Mutherfucker" he said.
Lawrence drooled salvia mixed with cum trying to swallow and stay in control, but this was too much for him. He slobbered taking it, then laid his head on Calvin's six-pack stomach and said; "that's keeping it in the family."
"Thanks man, I've heard that saying before, but I didn't expect it. You know how to welcome a brother."
"I didn't expect that either, but when I saw you lying there with your eyes closed, and your hand on your dick, I lost it man, I just lost it."
Lawrence tossed Calvin a towel. "Here nigga, wipe your fool ass, lying around here rubbin and shakin that big ole dick," He said watching Cal wipe between his legs with the towel.
Calvin put on his clothes and they went into the kitchen. There was chicken and fresh greens simmering in a slow cooker. Lawrence made a couple of salads, sliced some bread and set the table for the two of them.
They were about to sit down to eat, when Calvin got a phone call. It was Logan and Cal let the phone ring.
"Aren't you going to answer?" Lawrence asked. He can get anybody he wants. You are plain stupid, said Lawrence. "That man is fine, hell yes, mighty fine. Answer the damn phone fool"
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