Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 13:21:01 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: CHOCOLATE Part 12 CHOCOLATE Stoney4mark@excite.com Please remember Nifty, We write, but it is Nifty who brings it to you. Without Nifty, we would have little to show for our time and effort. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - thank you ********************************** PART 12 THE AFTERGLOW Logan was the last person to get out of the shower. Joey was clean, dressed and gone by the time Logan reached for a towel. Calvin sat in the kitchen with his hair still wet, and a terrycloth bath towel wrapped around his naked body. He had just poured himself some coffee. "Where's the slum dog?" Asked Logan "That's not very nice," he left already "I guess my mouth is still working in dirty mode. Poor bastard, I feel sorry for him," "It's easy to feel sorry, but he never stopped smiling, no matter how we humiliated him. What was that all about?" "Probably a defense mechanism against hurt feelings, but in this case, more like cock, kept a smile on his face." "Probably so," agreed Calvin. "You can stop bragging, any time now, about your big dick." "Hey, it's not just me, I'm not bragging. I was including the both of us." "I know that; I'm having fun with words, like I always do, Batman." "Now, if you want something to play with..." "Sit your butt down," Calvin commanded in the sweetest way, kissing Logan on the cheek. Logan took a cup from the shelf, poured some coffee, and sat next to Calvin, staring into space. He was also naked except for blue boxers. "What are you thinking?" asked Calvin I think Kevin has a mega problem keeping Joey as a boyfriend. Kevin is a bit crazy, but nothing compared to Joey." "Nah, Joey is just at the opposite end of the gay stick, from guys like us; he's young and trying everything." "I see that, he's cute as hell and hot, but he needs cultivating" "He doesn't need cultivating. He needs someone to love him, for something besides his butt. Kevin runs around from bar to bar, acting like a teen age fool. Joey imitates his mentor but is wilder, because he's younger. Maybe cultivating, after all, is exactly what he needs; with a mature boyfriend. At least that is my take on it." "He is uninhabited naked. I'll give him that." said Logan. "Would you do it again?" "I understand him. If I was drunk, and dripping hot, I might fuck the little tramp, as long as it was okay with you" said Calvin, tipping his head, flashing a full smile and touching Logan's leg. "Can I fuck you right now standing up?" asked Logan, sliding his hand under Cal's towel trying to finger his butt." "Get outta here; sex isn't about some silly position." "It's not?" "Nope" "You're great at it." "Great at what; standing up?" "You're great at being hot." "Oh hell, I know that" agreed Calvin, raising his arms above his head. They laughed like silly girls, and Logan kissed Calvin on the lips, pulling away his towel. Calvin was naked, but refused to let go and chased Logan threw the apartment. They loved horsing around, and were true friends. The friendship was every bit as important as the love, maybe more so. Sex was a bonus and held them together as family; nothing could destroy that. Logan reached the bedroom and flopped onto the bed with Cal landing right on top of him. Their eyes met, as if it was the first time they had seen each other. They held the captivating stare for a few seconds, feeling warm all over. "Never again Joey" said Logan "Never" said Calvin. They kissed deeply (not passionately) but strong, like men shaking hands and making a deal. These guys were unshakable – truly together and unshakable. "Let's, get out of here and go to the Botanical gardens in the Bronx. We can take North Central, past Harlem to the Bronx. The train stops right in front of the gardens. Do you want to do something like that today?" Asked Logan "I would like to go there. My family has a garden in North Carolina" replied Cal. "My dad is the gardener." "I remember that; your grandmother gave me a tour" "Grandmother Gibson liked you. She thought you were a good catch (her words, not mine) for a white boy. In fact, she said you looked like a movie star; but I wasn't going to tell you that. You're conceited enough" "I love you" "You should, I just paid you a family compliment; you handsome dog." Said Cal grinning It was a hot day in New York, so they both wore shorts, sneakers and pullover short sleeve shirts. They looked spotless and stood out like athletics. "You clean up really good Brother Logan, for a white boy." Said Calvin "Well, thank you Brother Calvin, for a black boy, you look delicious-good yourself," replied Logan sounding like an old vaudeville act. The North Central coach stopped directly in front of the New York Botanical Gardens, and nothing could have been easier. Calvin took a picture of the huge sign outlined with flowers to email back home to his dad. He planned on taking pictures with his phone, so he had it fully charged and set to go. Cal went ahead of Logan and bought two tickets. Logan tried to hand him forty bucks, but Cal wouldn't take it. "C'mon, Cal, take the money, the tickets are expensive" pleaded Logan "You're buying me lunch sweetheart," said Calvin trying to sound like Edward G. Robinson or maybe Groucho Marks. It was one of those old dead guys. They went through the gate and stopped at the very first display. It was mostly boxwood hedges and different New England evergreen trees and shrubs. There were two women standing there, talking about boxwood, and they moved next to Cal and Logan. "The ladies seemed friendly and spoke to Logan." "Are you fella's landscapers?" asked the more attractive one. You look like you might be outdoor men?" "No, replied Logan, but we are outdoor "men" we're jockeys." "Jockeys!! Gosh, you're awfully big to be jockeys," she commented "Oh but, you haven't seen us ride," said Calvin The woman blushed and said, "I get it – that's a good one" We are floral designers," she said "And we are gay, added Logan "Truly?" "Yup, honest to goodness homos, piped in Calvin, the gayest jockey's ever to mount a stallion." The women said nothing more, but curled a little smile of aversion, and walked away. The one lady said to the other. "How come all the good looking ones are queer?" Calvin squeezed Logan's arm. "How come all the good looking ones are queer?" he mumbled, imitating her voice. "I'm a floral designer." "And I'm a jockey." They said laughing at themselves. They continued walking and checking out the gardens and exhibits. Calvin snapped pictures as they walked along. He managed to get some of Logan as well as himself. He didn't have a picture of Logan until now, and the ones he took were pretty good. Some were crotch shots and they were especially nice. Cool said it all. "I had no idea that this place was so big," said Calvin "I know, it says here, there are 250-acres; a showplace of nature for every season of the year. There is over 50 gardens, indoor rain forests and deserts, 50 acres of native forest, a river, waterfalls, and rolling green hills, all here in New York City..." Are you up for seeing all that?" continued Calvin "Geeze man, I don't know about that. Can't we just leave and I can hold you in my arms for an hour?" said Logan "Logan was kidding about leaving... He liked the Botanic Gardens, but he was in love and it didn't take much for him to become aroused being with Cal. He loved Cal's hard chocolate body, his personality and his awesome dark face with a smile that could speed up the hands on a clock. "Nope, we're here now, so let's check it out. You can hold anything you want later, when we get back" Cal assured him. "You, just want to take more pictures," "Of course, this place is extensive, my dad would love to be walking through here," said Cal. "And your grandmother too," added Logan "No doubt about that, but that southern lady would complain about so much walking. She loves to ride," "She has a grandson who loves to ride also," said Logan grinning like a jerk. "Behave now, pinching Logan hard on the cheek of his ass" "Ouch, that hurt, now you have to kiss and make better" "I can do that, but it's gonna have to wait, before I can get to any ass kissing," he said "I'll wait" "I know you will." It was after being with Joey that made them appreciate fully the time they had together. They were chocolate and vanilla, with respect pouring from their skin like steam. Neither of them wanted to lose that feeling. Calvin took several pictures that he could send to his family in North Carolina. A couple of them were selfies of him and Logan together. They were still dating, but looked like a married couple. They bought steak sandwiches, fries, and a whole bunch of stuff to eat and drink. When they stopped at the cashier, Calvin said, "Your turn, pay the lady brother" "Calvin looked at the woman cashier and said, "We're really blood brothers, our father is the niggar, and our mama is the vanilla white bitch." The cashier never cracked a smile or changed her expression. She said, "Next" "Back at the table, they sat next to each other and laughed remembering the pathetic look on the cashier. She probably thought Calvin was ignorant; you could see the disgust in her face. "That woman was about exciting as a carrot, not a word from her. She had to realize I was joking; nobody's that dumb. Folks don't say niggar and white bitch with people they don't know. If I said that in Chapel Hill, somebody would laugh like hell, but here in the Bronx – nothing." After a look through the last conservatory, they took the train back to Grand Central. The train wasn't crowed and finding a seat was not a problem. There was a little black girl with her mother sitting close by, who kept staring at them. Finally she said to Calvin, "Is he your boyfriend?" Her mother looked embarrassed and tried to hush her up. "Don't you be asking people questions like that." her mother said, trying to apologize. "Oh, that's okay mame. Calvin replied - Yes sweetheart, he is my boyfriend." "He's pretty." She said "Yes, he is very pretty," Calvin replied Logan never said a word, but smiled at the little girl. This was one of those special moments in time. It was a twenty minute ride and Calvin had an awkward time controlling himself. His eyes were glued between Logan's legs and he twitch with hunger to go exploring. He had been there dozens of time and it was always the same reaction. Calvin loved this man; there was no escaping it. "I glad you're only 3 blocks from grand Central," said Calvin "You are?" "Look," said Cal and opened his legs. His cock was growing and tenting his shorts to where it was very noticeable, only nobody was looking at him, except Logan. When they got to Grand Central, they hurried through the terminal, passing people like they were being chased. They got to Logan's front door like track stars making record time. Inside, they never touched one another. Logan made a bee line for the bedroom and Calvin chased him. He caught Logan as he was pulling his shorts down yelling `rape' but quietly, so no one could hear. Logan dropped onto the bed with his ass exposed and Calvin kissed it saying, "There, your pinch mark is all better" "You make me absolute and complete" confessed Logan "I know," replied Calvin "I'm good, ain't I?" "You won't get an argument from me. You're perfect." "I know that I am freakin happy" said Cal They pressed their naked bodies together loving each other beyond comprehension. They were so close that you couldn't get a straw between them. There was no apprehension for the days ahead; indeed, they were complete. *************************** Staley Cole Smith