Date: Sat, 9 Apr 2016 23:32:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Winning Chocolate

WINNING CHOCOLATE

By Justin Balancier
Email - jbalancier9@yahoo.com

PART 1

The story of `Winning Chocolate' is about two neighbors – one black and
one white.

It brings to the surface homosexual desires between two straight married
men. It partners sexual lust on clandestine emotions that shouldn't happen
– but they do.

Written as fiction, the circumstances are genuine and tested by many who
have travelled this disturbing road. Names, places and things are
fictional. Any resemblances to persons or places are purely coincidental.

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Laura and I were barely adults when we got married. Laura was eighteen, I
was nineteen and our son Adam was a year old. Adam is now twenty and away
at college. Jason, who is seventeen, is graduating from High School next
June. Laura is a stay at home mom, who volunteers at a local hospital.

The construction business has me, Scott Dalison, steeped in a labyrinth of
security for my family, and I may never find my way out. It's all good
though, we lack for nothing.

I earn more than decent living as an onsite construction foreman. It is
normal for me to come home with sawdust, concrete and sweat on my
clothes. My wife tells me I am a hunk, but she is known to exaggerate. My
hair is sandy brown, hazel eyes and stand 5' 10. At thirty nine years of
age, one might say I'm on top of the game in pretty cool shape. At least,
that's what Laura says.

The house we own is a newly constructed colonial at the end of Font Clair
Terrace, in Glendale, a North Baltimore suburb. Up to that time we were
renters, but now property owners.

The property next to us belongs to Gibson - They are black. Their house is
unique and constructed of wood, stone and glass. There is a rock wall along
the back of their garage, with an iron gate leading to a well maintained
garden. A sign hangs on the stone that reads - "Eddie's Gate"

Eddie Gibson is a striking black man with the polished look of a saint. He
is about my age maybe a year or two older and we get along like brothers.
We help each other with yard work and hang out together shooting baskets
and playing ball with our kids. We sometimes act like awkward teen agers
when we are alone.

Eddie's wife Madge is an attractive classy lady with a great personality,
who dabbles in Real estate and is a terrific cook. She and Laura have
become very close friends.  The Gibson's have two grown children - a boy
and a girl. Daniel, has his own apartment, and is entering the National
Guard next month. His sister Charlene is already in medical school;
studying to become a doctor.

One afternoon Eddie was cutting his lawn shirtless wearing only shorts. He
has legs like an athlete and I am a bit jealous.  I took notice and wanted
to see more. Don't ask me why -- I just did,

We have been neighbors for several years now and yet, over the last couple
of months, I wanted to be near him as much as possible. I didn't know it at
the time, but Eddie was developing similar feelings towards me. But nobody
talked about it. I'll tell you how we discovered that.

The day when Eddie was mowing his lawn, I was wearing beige shorts and a
green summer shirt.  I wanted to ask him something, so I went next
door. Before going however, I removed the shirt and went over
bare-chested. It sounds dumb I know, but we are alpha dudes.

"Hey, bro -- want some help" I asked Eddie.

"Naw, I'm almost finished but thanks any way" he replied.

"Hot day -- want a beer" Eddie asked.

"Sure"

He stopped mowing and I followed him through the garage and into the
kitchen. We sat at the kitchen counter. I was a little sweaty and my chest
was moist. I sensed Eddie's eyes looking at me in a cruising way. But I
could be mistaken about that. He often looked that way.

"Bet I can beat you at arm wrestling" He said to me.

"Bet you can't"

"You're on dude. If I win you have to finish cutting my grass. Eddie said

"Ohh man, you have yourself a deal here, because you're going to lose. Then
you have to cut my lawn.  Do we have a deal or no deal?-

"You'll get your ass kicked on this one." Eddie replied. "Sure bro, it's a
deal."

"We'll see," I said

Eddie took my hand and touching him was electrifying. We were flesh to
flesh using the countertop for support. His hand was stronger than I
imagined it would be. We held tight and clasped our fingers together. He
was strong but I was luckier and pushed his hand down to the table and won.

"Damn you're good Scott - I didn't think you could do that."

"You'd be surprised at what I can do."

Eddie's scrutinize my face and we stared at one another saying nothing. He
was still holding my hand and leaned into me pushing each other back and
forth just a little.

Like a magnet and without hesitation he kissed me or maybe I kissed him. I
don't remember exactly. It was nothing faggy or passionate just a "so
there!!" peck on the cheek. Hold on now, we're not gay.

We took our beer bottles with us downstairs to the rec room and began
wrestling around on the floor like a couple of boy scouts. Our shirts were
off and our bodies were moist pressing against each other.

I wanted to touch him all over, but didn't think it was a good idea. Then I
started to get aroused and there was no hiding it. I put my hand between
Eddie's thighs in a wrestling move and he grabbed hold of my butt for
leverage. Hs hand stayed there for what seemed a little longer than
necessary then he flipped me over.

"Damn that's sweet" -- he said to me.

"Oh yeah," not sure what he was calling sweet.

He never said another word but laughed. I thought he was joking about
something.

We were up on our feet yanking arms and necks and trying to overpower one
another. I placed my thigh firmly over the bulge in Eddie's crotch and
pressed on his legs in a wrestling maneuver.

We pulled each other down to the floor and I landed on top of his semi-nude
body holding down his shoulders. He was smooth and exceptional to touch. I
didn't want to let go of his impressive black body. Nothing would have made
me happier than rubbing him from head to toe. It was just something that I
felt like doing.

We stayed in that position for a few seconds. Eddie didn't struggle to
shake me off. He laid there like he was resting with me on top of him.  I
could feel his cock growing under the weight of my dick resting on his
crotch. And like always, we said nothing.

He jumped to his feet and we both stood up. "I gotta finish the lawn. I'll
be over to cut your grass tomorrow. I don't know about you bro, you're
awfully strong today. You beat me twice in a row." Eddie said

"I think you are letting me win."

"Oh you do, huh?"

"Yeah" I mumbled – "I do"

I thought I never would be able to live out my fantasy of having him naked,
but now it seemed obvious we were beginning to think alike. I found myself
in uncharted waters and it was emotional. It was gay.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked.

"Sure, I feel all right. You'd have to toss me around more than that to
wear me down"

"I can do that, but the lawn needs finishing before Madge sees it." "You've
got yourself a toss around date bro" He said to me.

"Okay"

"Later bro."

"It was an innocent way that Eddie and I connected. We have been neighbors
for a long time. Now a physical attraction was beginning to emerge. I
wasn't sure how to handle it. I didn't want to make an enemy out of my best
friend. We certainly were not faggots. But maybe there's a little gay in
the best of us. - Who knows?

Madge had been showing new homes to perspective buyer for the last several
days.  It was a busy time for real estate and she loved doing
this. Saturday was "Open House" for Property currently for sale and Madge
got into the middle of everything.

Today Eddie was home alone in the garage tinkering with his car

Laura was slicing corn beef for lunch. It was noon. She was making
sandwiches on homemade rye bread still warm from the oven.

"Scott, go see if Eddie would like to come over for lunch. I saw him
earlier by the garage and I know that Madge is working.

"Can you go ask him?  I'm not wearing shoes. I'll finish slicing the beef."

"Is he still in the garage?"

"Don't know...I'll text him"

I sent the following text to Eddie...  "Corn beef sandwiches. Laura said to
drag your ass over here and join us for lunch – no excuses"

Eddie was here a few minutes later.  He and I sat at a small table in a bay
window just off the kitchen.  Laura brought in sandwiches, coffee and three
mugs.

"Hon, can I help you with anything? I asked

"It's under control – just have to get the potato salad" "Need anything
else?" she called out.

"Don't think so." I replied – I turned to Eddie and asked "Do you need
anything else?"

"I do – but you won't find it in the kitchen."

"Great corn beef"! Eddie said to Laura – "Corn Beef is my favorite."

"I know, Madge said it was your favorite."

Laura went back into the kitchen to get potato salad and napkins.

I whispered to Eddie – "I thought rump roast was your favorite."

"Smart ass." He replied

"Well..."

"Well what?

"Just talkin bro – just talking."

"A-huh," he mumbled taking a bite of his sandwich.

Eddie was wearing a pair of worn jeans (tight, I might add) and a clean
white tee shirt. His dark bulging biceps against the snow white shirt was
indeed a fetching sight. I was almost jealous, but the thought quickly
faded.

I was dressed much the same only wearing shorts. I have the hard body of a
man and hiker legs of a rock climber. The soft reddish-blond hair on my
thighs peeked under the material. Eddie kidded me about being a hairy
Scotsman, which of course I wasn't. My chest was golden tanned without the
seventy style chest hair. Maybe that was his attraction to me.

Underneath the table I brushed my leg up against his leg and neither of us
moved. He placed his napkin on his lab and touched my thigh with his
hand. I could feel him playing with the hair on my leg. He was definitely
coming on to me and it excited me. I was petrified that Laura might see
what was happening, but she paid no attention to us. Moments later, his
hand was back on the table and only our knees were touching. We finished
lunch with homemade cookies.

"Thanks for lunch Laura – just great" he said

I better get back to the garage, I'm trying to get a tire off and switch it
with the spare. Do you have different size socket wrenches? Eddie asked me.

"Yup, I do -I have a complete set of socket wrenches. I will get them for
you. Do you want any help with the spare?"

"Sure" he answered

We walked next door and went into the garage – only we didn't stay in
the garage, we moved into the house and sat on the floor. Eddie locked the
door behind him.

"I want that" - I said looking at his crotch. I had spent a lot of time
looking between his legs, and now I had the nerve to ask for it.

"I kinda had that suspicion. I know what you want" - He replied.

Eddie unsnapped his jeans and moved aside his under wear. His black cock
came popping out from underneath and already growing hard. "Is this the
chocolate you're looking for?"

He was standing up and I was on my knees without thinking about it. I had
never been a cock sucker before; but there are many things I have never
done before. However this job came natural to me.

His cock was big – long black and big. I tried, but could not suck it
that well. Over and over I tried to suck the juice out of him. Finally I
got the knack of it. He closed his eyes pumping my face and telling me to
suck it good. He clasped the back of my head with his hands. "C'mon take
it... Your mouth feels great. Where did you learn that bro?" he asked

"I didn't. I'm in neighbor training.  I'm certainly not guided by
experience, it's my screwed up hormones and it's my closeness to you" I
answered

 "Closeness to me? - Like how?" he asked

"Like you touching me. I welcome it, and bro you are the only dude I would
let touch me"

"Okay – yeah okay..." He put both hand carefully on my head and held me
like I was fragile. How ridiculous is that? I'm far from fragile.

Eddie leaned back arching his hips and slowly road my face like a bronco
cowboy. His cock slid around exploring my mouth searching for the right
spot to dump a load. "Hummm fuckkkk he mumbled."

I gulped trying to take it, and trying to breathe. I was afraid I was
slurping like a girl and I wanted to be firm like a man would do it. So I
worked my slippery smooth tongue being tight with my lips, and not delicate
about anything. This was fuckin easy now.

"Hold on -- hold on brother," he said to me.  I'm getting awfully close and
you are going to make me cum in your mouth if you're not careful. And you
wouldn't like that"

"Go ahead and do it – I will like it, do it" - I managed to mumble with
his cock still in my mouth.

"I will Scott – I will come in your mouth, but not this time."

Instead he slid my shorts off and I was naked from the waist down. He
touched between my legs.

"Scott bro, you're quite a package. Real fine. I'm impressed" He took my
dick into his mouth and his black lips held on to my cock like a vice. It
felt wonderful and all the time blowing me, he was fingering my butt
hole. I didn't complain, I let him do it. He was an alpha stud and I was
his equal. Alpha's need to fuck and I wanted him. I was game for anything.

I never had cock inside me, but I liked the feeling of something in my ass
as long as it wasn't too big. Up to now, it had only been a finger (well, a
couple of my fingers) in the solitude of the night when I am alone.  As a
younger guy, I would slide a greased pealed banana up there and fantasize
about getting fucked. But it was something I never told my friends about. I
didn't want to be labeled a queer.

"You want to fuck me -- don't you Eddie?

"Certainly do bro and badly man. - I watch you walking around your pool
showing off that fine-looking butt and I have been secretly aching to get a
piece of that, even tho I knew it would never happen" He confessed.

"I never thought he would say something like this – but, it sounds okay
to me. Take my butt and use it man" I told him

"You sure?"

"I'm sure" I answered. "I think about it a lot."

"That's weird bro" - he said to me.

"Weird!!! "Why? Are you upset? I'm not a faggot man.  If you're pissed at
me..."

"Scott, don't go getting funky on me now. "I thought it was weird that we
were thinking alike. We do things together. I gotta fuck you man." He said

"Are you game" - Eddie asked rubbing the hard cheeks of my ass.

"Feel free to have what you imagine" I said

"Can you imagine this black cock inside you?"

"I suspect that I'm about to find out. Yup, I can take you bro, just go
easy."

I didn't especially care to have that tar pole shoved inside me, without
knowing whether I could take it or not. But I wanted to try.

I stretched out on the floor and Eddie stared at me with a unique
look. "Scott, - you're awesome man – fuckin cool body.  I can't believe
that I'm getting this, tear this shit up."

"Just don't tear up my ass too much.  I have to go back home still in one
piece looking clean with no fuck stains in the shorts"

"I will stop anytime you want. We do have a shower in this house you
know...so cool it."

He ran his hands up and down my body, squeezing my nipples and touching my
crotch. He squeezed my thighs and rubbed my legs clear to my ankles. It
felt like he was taking inventory of my body with his strong hands
worshipping me. No woman would ever do that.

"Roll over Scott" he said and reversed me lying face down. He stuck a
yellow sofa pillow under my stomach and began kissing the cheeks of my
ass. (Maybe he was licking. I couldn't tell) He lubed my hole and started
finger fucking me. First one finger – then two and eventually three
fingers went inside me.

"How we doing?"  He asked

"What do you mean, We" - "You aren't the one with a hand stuck in your ass"
I said jokingly.

Eddie cracked a shitty grin and pushed my legs further apart. This must be
what it feels like getting raped, only I was looking forward to it. In a
matter of seconds, his fingers were gone and his cock was going inside
me. And I didn't like it... It was big and he stretched me going in which
hurt. Jesus I thought, "why do gay men think fucking is so great?" It
wasn't long before I found out.

"Easy - easy – man, let me get used to it - your cock is hard. This
hurts like hell."

"It's supposed to be hard, you dumb shit."

My thoughts went back to the banana I pushed in there when I was a kid, but
this certainly was no banana. This really hurt.

Eddie stopped but left his cock inside my lubricated hole. He began rubbing
my back with his hands and told me to relax.  "You're too tense,
Scott. Relax, I won't hurt you - never - never would I hurt my crackle
brother" he said to me.

"Yeah, well...Tell that to my ass."  Anyway, I relaxed completely and let
Eddie have his way with me.

He worked his black magic the rest of the way inside me, and didn't move. I
didn't move either. He stayed lying face down on my back filling me like a
corked bottle.  With his face next to mine and I could feel his breathing
on my neck. The pain was gone and it felt okay having Eddie inside me. In
fact, it felt good, really good.

He pounded away, hung on to my hips, bit into the back of my neck and his
breathing increased like a marathon runner.  I knew enough about fucking to
`fuck back' so I rose to meet every thrust. That good feeling turned to
unbelievable.  I was on the edge of shooting my load by not touching
myself. I thought guys need to be stroked in order to get off. Didn't know
it could happen with a dick inside ones butt. Jesus, I loved this feeling.

"Oh God " Eddie screamed as he unloaded a burst of cum that filled my ass
to capacity. His cock kept pulsating emptying deep inside me. I could feel
his cum flooding me and it excited me in a whole new way sexually. I raised
my butt off the floor accepting every drop.  He pulled out slowly and
dropped down beside me. He cradled my hips between his thighs and rested
across my naked back. "Fuckin awesome", he mumbled and hugged me tight.

Eddie held my cock and began to stroke it. "I will get you off," he said.

His hand was forceful and his stroking made me feel wonderful; so I just
rested and let him go to town on my raging dick. It didn't take long before
I was spurting gobs of cum on my arm and chest. My warm juice trickled down
into my pubic hair.

"Phew - look what you made me do" I said to him.  That was probably the
worst comment I could ever come up with. It was stupid and so dumb. I wish
I hadn't said it.

"Feel better?"  He asked "You shot a hot load there, never taking his
attention off my body. The twinkle in his eyes returned. It was always
there especially when he looked at me. This is wild and crazy. I thought to
myself..."Jesus, now I'm gay and fuckin around with a queer neighbor."  But
that thought didn't last long either. It was all good.

I reached for a tissue to wipe the `sticky cum' off my chest and Eddie
caught my hand in mid-air.

"Let me do that," and wiped away the spent cum sticking to my chest and
legs. "Awesome cool - Eddie mumbled and kissed my stomach and licked the
head of my cock which was beginning to soften and pushed out the last drop
of cum. The drop disappeared inside his mouth.

Liquid was beginning to leak from my butt and I didn't want to get it on
the carpet. I had a lot of little sperm guys swimming around in my ass, so
I wiped my crack with a paper towel and got up rather wobbly to my feet.

"I have to get out of here and go hit the shower" I said

`Me too" he answered. "You can shower here and we can do it together"

"Ummm that's not a good idea. I wouldn't want anyone to catch us together
in the shower. "I better go home"

"Sure – good thinking" Eddie agreed

I wiped one more time and was pulling my shorts up when Eddie turned me
around. For a split second I felt something was wrong. It was a different
type of look and I felt uneasy.

"Seriously, Scott I have to know that everything is still okay between us."

"Absolutely everything is perfect. Geeze bro, don't scare me" I replied

"I hope so. You are my best friend and that's important to me. After all, I
just fucked you bro and my nutt juice is leaking out of you."

"I know, let it leak, you're not getting it back. It's Important to me too
– extremely important." I turned around and whispered in his ear –
"faggot"

He laughed and slapped me on the ass – "get outta here"

I left and ambled over the freshly cut grass. I was alive in ways I didn't
think were possible.

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Part 2

Lust consumes Scott and Eddie

Justin Balancier – jbalancier9@yahoo.com – Comments welcomed

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