Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 22:50:49 EDT
From: MychaelMartell@aol.com
Subject: Love Groove pt. 3

LoVe GRoOvE
Part Three
By Mychael Martell

       Jerome Browne sat in his office suite at Dark Chocolate Records. He
was reading over some contracts of the singing group 'Soul 4' a new group
that Dark Chocolate would be making into a mega-recording star much like
Boys 2 Men. Soul 4 were Mitchell Williams, Kirk Howard, Clenard Scott and
Shaun Wilson, four very talented and very sexy brothers from New York. They
were to become the newest singing group sensation. As Jerome was reading
their contract the intercom on his mahogany desk buzzed.
        "Yes, Chantelle?" Jerome answered.
       "Sorry to disturb you, but Mr. RJ Evans is here to see you."
       Jerome smiled, "Send him in, Chantelle and hold my calls."
       "Yes, Mr. Browne," Chantelle answered.
        Jerome put down the contract and walked over to the bar. He poured
himself a stiff shot of Hennessey on the rocks as the door opened and RJ
entered. Jerome had forgotten how sexy RJ looked. His dreadlocks were tied
in a ponytail. He had a smooth deep dark chocolate complexion. His very
thick mustache looped under the corners of his mouth. He sported a gold
loop earring and a nose ring. Even though the royal blue suit he wore was
loose on his body, Jerome could tell that RJ had been working on that
already fine body. The two men embraced like friends and as Jerome fixed RJ
a drink, RJ made himself comfortable.
       "What are you doing here?" Jerome asked his friend as he handed him
his drink and took his seat behind his desk. "Is Deff Dogg in trouble and
needing help?"
       RJ laughed, "Man, business is doing great. I just wanted to drop
by. I saw you at Duke's party last night. I didn't know that you knew him."
       Jerome sipped his drink, "Actually I don't."
       RJ sipped at his and smiled. "You crashed Lawrence Avery Duke's
party?"
        "Naw, man. I was invited by Lawrence Avery Duke himself."
       RJ gulped. "He invited you to his party? And you two never met
before then?"
       Jerome shook his head, "Not formally. I was surprised too. I
understand that an invitation to a Duke party is like gold."
       "It's like platinum. I wonder why he invited you?"
       "Hey dude. It's not like I'm a crazy man or a freak of fucking
nature. I am a nominee for Artist of the Year. Maybe he wanted his boy
Khalil to see the competition close up." Jerome said with a smile. He began
feeling a buzz and realized that he hadn't eaten all day.
       "What do you think about Khalil?" RJ asked shrewdly.
       "He's all right. I haven't really paid much attention to his music
but he's a good looking brotha, damn sexy, the bomb!" Jerome said, the
words coming out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.
       RJ smiled. It sounded to him like Jerome was speaking from personal
experience. Was it possible that Jerome was down and that he was doing
Khalil? As long as he'd known Jerome he had assumed that he was
straight. He had dated this fine sista, a spoiled model named Whitney and
it looked like they were going to get married until she ran off with some
wannabe Spike Lee director, named Lamar. During that time, though RJ valued
their friendship, he lusted after Jerome and really wondered if the tales
of Jerome being an expert cocksman were true.
       "Hey Rome, we're tight and all, right?" RJ began.
       Jerome smiled, "Nigga please! We are tighter than pantyhose three
sizes too small. You my boyee!" He said as he pounded on his chest with his
fist.
       "Cool. Then I can ask you anything and get the truth."
       "Brotha, all you have to do is ask."
       "Okay...Are you doing Khalil?" RJ asked.
       Jerome almost spilled his drink. How in the world did RJ know? God,
what was he going to do now? RJ was one of his best friends. Shit!
        "Damn nigga, just ask me anything." Jerome said trying to laugh it
off.
       RJ smiled. "I did. Can you give me an answer?"
       Jerome stood up from behind his desk. "Look man...I mean...how you
gonna come in here and ask me some whacked question like that?"
       "Cause I know that Khalil is down with being gay, so is Lawrence
Duke and so am I. I want to know if you are down too." RJ said.
       Jerome sat back down. He had always thought RJ was straight. He
couldn't believe what he was hearing.
        "Hey Jay man...you gay?"
       "Yeah, I'm down with the dick. Now how about you? You doing Khalil?
Are you down?"
   Jerome walked from behind his desk and stood in front of RJ. He then
reached down and stroked RJ's dreadlocks. He knelt down and kissed RJ full
on the mouth, making his tongue invade RJ's sweet mouth. It didn't take
long for RJ to start kissing back. Jerome straddled RJ's lap as they kissed
longer and harder. He began to grind his ass on RJ's raging hard on. Both
of them were breathing heavy and panting as they kissed. RJ began
unbuttoning Jerome's shirt and peeled it off exposing his powerful,
sparsely hairy chest with hard, erect nipples. He ran his finger nails
across them and Jerome all but jumped out of the seat.
       "Shit," Jerome said into RJ's mouth without ending the kiss. "You
are so sexy."
       RJ ended the kiss and began to lick Jerome's lips, down his chin,
neck and to his chest. Jerome shuddered as RJ's expert mouth, lips and
tongue found one hard, erect nipple and then another one. Jerome closed his
eyes and bit his lip to stifle a loud moan that would have certainly
brought Chantelle in to investigate. As RJ's tongue and teeth went to work
on Jerome's nipples, Jerome began to grind faster and harder. He could feel
RJ's big cock through the thin material of his slacks. He wanted to touch
it, feel it, suck it.
       "AAAAAHHHHH Fuck!" Jerome groaned as RJ's tongue danced on his very
sensitive nipples.
       "AAAAHHHH DAYMMMM...MMMM you killing me." RJ let his hands fall to
Jerome's cock and as he unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Jerome's monster
dick sprang out like a vicious snake ready to strike. As he tongued and
chewed on Jerome's nipples he began to jack his dick and Jerome just knew
he was going to die before he could cum.
       "OOOOOOH FUCKING SHIT! OOOOH YEAH! JACK THAT DICK!" Jerome growled
into RJ's ear. RJ continued his pleasurable action, enjoying the sounds of
Jerome's raspy breathing and the feel of his hot and horny body.
       Finally Jerome could take no more. He howled like a wild man as his
cock erupted and cum shot all over RJ's shirt and face.
        "AAAAHHHH! AAAAAH! AHHHH Fucking shit! Mothafucka!" Jerome growled
as he shuddered and slowly slid to the floor between RJ's thighs.
       "Daymmm dude. That was too G.U.U.D!" Jerome noticed that RJ's cock
was making a tent in his pants and he realized that his friend had not
gotten off. He had to return the favor.
        Unzipping RJ's pants he began sucking on his huge 8.5 inch cut
cock.
       "OOOOOOOH FUCK!" RJ said as his hips moved up and down forcing his
cock in and out of Jerome's mouth. He loved the feel of Jerome's hot and
wet mouth on his hard on. He could feel Jerome tickling his balls through
his slacks and he jumped, giggled and moaned.
       "OH YEAH! SUCK THAT COCK!" Jerome sucked harder as RJ jerked and
moaned. He knew it wouldn't be long before RJ busted a nut. Jerome began to
slow down and RJ went crazy.
       "OH SHIT! NO! NO! Don't slow down...ahhh fuck! I...I...I'm about to
cum." Jerome ignored him and continued to suck very slowly. RJ tried to
force his cock into Jerome's mouth faster but Jerome had a tight grip on
RJ's dick and RJ could not do a damn thing. He wanted to cum so bad.
       "OH Please! Please...don't do me like this!" RJ begged. Jerome
smiled and resumed sucking the cock quickly and then began jacking it at
the same time. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" RJ chanted as he felt his balls
and cock ready to explode.
        "Rome...Rome...I...I'm...c...c...cumming" RJ thrust his hips up and
down and let out a grunt as he shot hot cum down Jerome's throat.

       After a shower and a quick change into some spare clothes that
Jerome kept in his luxurious office suite, Jerome sent Chantelle on an
errand. This would get her away from her desk for a while to give them time
to get out without drawing any attention. They were afraid she would notice
that they were both wearing different clothes than before.
       "You never answered my question." RJ said in the elevator going down
to the underground garage where both their cars were.
       "Daymm nigga. You don't give up." Jerome said. RJ smiled.
       "You fucking Khalil?" Jerome sighed, "I fucked him once...at the
party."
       RJ cursed. "Mothafucka have you lost your mind. Khalil is Lawrence
Duke's boy, in every since of that word. He will kill you"
       "Man, its not like I went there looking to lay the pipe to
Khalil. It's just, well, one thing lead to another and we were knocking it
like rabbits in the woods."
       "Take some advice from me. Leave Khalil alone. " RJ warned.
       Jerome smiled and wrapped his arms around RJ.
       " I will...now that I have you." They kissed and then RJ pulled
away.
       "You don't have me yet."
       "What? Why not?" Jerome asked.
       "We still have a long way to go but we've started off on a good
foot." They kissed one more time before the elevator stopped in the
underground garage.

				 * * * * *

       Lawrence Avery Duke sat in his darkened office. The only light came
from the TV set that was playing. Behind him stood two of his most trusted
associates, Marcellus Jackson and Elijah AKeem. Both men stood over six
feet in height and weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds. They
were his troubleshooters, his handlers of domestic problems and his
enforcers. Lawrence watched the TV screen with no sign of emotion on his
face as he watched the video that the security cameras had picked up of
Khalil and Jerome Browne fucking on the lawn. He watched until both Khalil
and Jerome came, then he turned off the TV and VCR.
       "So far my plan for the destruction of Jerome Browne is working
perfectly." Lawrence said as he rose to face both men.
       "So when do we begin part two?" Marcellus asked. "Soon
Marcellus. But first Jerome Browne must be completely taken by Khalil. He
has to be so hot for him that he can't think about anything else. And when
he is so involved...snap! I pull the plug. And once that happens Jerome
will be a lost soul as well as being utterly destroyed." Lawrence
trumpeted.
       "So then it's still on." Marcellus asked.
       "Yes, once Jerome Browne is completely into Khalil, Khalil dies and
Jerome is found with the body and the murder weapon. And once he is out of
my way, Dark Chocolate records will be mine. I will finally have my revenge
on Jerome Browne and the best part is he'll never know why. Even when the
cell door clangs shut, he'll never know who put him behind bars."
       Lawrence laughed, an evil and wicked laugh, the laugh of a man with
a dastardly plan.

The author can be reached here MichaelMDuke@aol.com