Date: Sat, 10 May 2014 20:49:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Rocco's Diary - Part 9  - ENCOUNTERS

Rocco's Diary
       By
Justin Balancier – jbalancier9@yahoo.com

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9th Entry – Rocco and Sheldon - Manhattan, New York City

The sun was coming through the window and Rocco and Sheldon were still
lying in bed next to each other. Rocco ran has hand across Sheldon's
chest. He felt smooth and warm. His skin was like velvet and the little
tuffs of curly hair on his chest were moist with perspiration.

Sheldon looked so beautiful just lying there. His body was trim, smooth and
very masculine. Rocco was used to nice bodies, but he couldn't take his
eyes off the beauty that stretched out before him. He was horny and lost in
thought about Sheldon, so he licked his chest and woke him up.

"What time is it?" Sheldon moaned.

"Time to wet those lips and work on this horny guy over here." Replied
Rocco.

"What's in it for me?" Asked Sheldon

"Oh, I don't know, - how about $2.00 dollars?"

"Deal" – replied Sheldon. "I guess, I can give you about two buck's
worth."

Sheldon crawled between Rocco's hairy masculine thighs and began sucking
his cock. Rocco slowly gagged him time and time again with his hard
cock. He knew that Sheldon sucked better when he talked to him, so he
started to do just that.

His dirty talk increased Sheldon's choking grunts to where he groaned like
a crazed beast. He loved it when Rocco would talk dirty to him during
sex. It was all part of the game.

Rocco was very much in charge creating a beautiful symphony handling dirty
talk along with gagging sounds. He loved having Sheldon suck his cock and
swallowing his milk load. For Rocco, a creamy cum bath was a beautiful
thing, going down Sheldon's throat. He liked getting off that way, almost
as much as dumping a cock load into his butt.

Sheldon was thinking about getting fucked all the time he was sucking off
Rocco. It's true, that he longed to get fucked, but he didn't want to give
up the honey cream that Rocco could feed him from his balls. He wanted his
mouth filled with his mates treasured cum.

A creamy cum load was exactly what Sheldon wanted from Rocco.  Sheldon had
never tasted anything like Rocco before, and it lit a fire inside him. He
was however, cocky, slutty and a dishonest Jamaican queer. He knew that he
didn't look or act like everybody else, and that made him feel safe.  Never
the less, a slut and a user was exactly who Sheldon was. Rocco would soon
discover that about him.

"I have to admit," Sheldon said.  "I like to get off while looking at
myself beating my meat.  I tense up and flex my pecs, running my free hand
along the ridges of muscle inside this brown body. It seems the harder I
tense up, the bigger my dick will get, until my cock wants to explode."
That usually means that I am getting close--real close. My balls draw up
tight between my legs and my toes start to curl."  "Sometimes I can't
believe how much sweet berry juice I pump when I finally dump a load.  I
usually watch the thick strings of white goo arc up in the air before
dripping down across my thighs.  By the time the last drops get milked out
of me, and dribble down over my hand, I look like somebody's poured cream
over my fingers.  My balls operate perfectly building up a fresh supply
every day. You would be stunned at the number of white faggots who suck the
stuff out of me.  I'm sort of a `welcome wagon' from Harlem unloading my
juice for pleasure and yes, some profit. He told Rocco

Sheldon had been jerking off and eating his own cum lately. It tasted
enjoyable and the sweet flavor lingered in his mouth keeping him hungry for
more. Men would offer him money to suck his big black cock and gobble warm
cum from his balls. They offered, so of course he took it.  At least,
that's the story he was telling Rocco.

Sheldon had a trim waistline. You see, - when it came to getting fucked, he
was perfect for someone to grasp on to. His underwear would come off rather
quickly, and loved having a stranger's cock sliding in and out of his
Jamaican hole.  To ride cock and watch facial expressions, as some bloke
got hotter and hotter being inside him, was a real turn on.  His dark
smooth body was like fucking velvet and it was available for enough
cash. Coming from Jamaica with no particular skills, he learned very
quickly how to find easy money.

"You say – for cash, huh?

"Of course, you do the same thing. So don't claim you're an angel." He said
to Rocco.

"I'm claiming nothing, no sir, - not a thing." - "Only I don't bottom for
just anyone. I fuck men or women; that's what I get paid to do."  Rocco
barked back at him.

"Here's the difference between us" Sheldon said. "You have sex in
penthouses and I get sucked off in an alley."

"So, you're a cheap whore."  Replied Rocco.

"That's not very nice."

"Do you get paid $700, for leaning against a brick wall in the alley?"

"No"

"Okay then, you're a cheap whore."

Sheldon never said another word, but much to Rocco's surprise, his husky
black prince grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head close to his
crotch. He lifted his butt from the bed, and filling Rocco's mouth with
cock, sweet cream quickly followed giving Rocco breakfast in bed.

Rocco held Sheldon's cum on his tongue and pressed his lips against
Sheldon's mouth. Like magic Sheldon knew, that he was about to share the
load with Rocco.  Like pigs, they sucked spent cum from each other's mouth,
savoring the flavor of the whole messy thing.

From that moment forward, Rocco thought that maybe he wanted only
Sheldon. He never had a real boyfriend, only sex partners. Still, there was
something uncanny about Sheldon and Rocco wanted to figure it out. Time was
a stepping stone, towards common sense, and Rocco always took his time
about everything.

They were both good looking, young, healthy, and went together like book
ends. They showered together and fooled around soaping each other and
splashing water like two overgrown kids.

Sheldon asked if he could look through Rocco's closet to find something
clean to wear.  Rocco's clothes were all quality, even his work jeans were
Ralph Lauren denim.

"Help yourself to whatever you want to wear."

"Anything?"

`Sure."

"How about these Levis? I know they will fit me. Wow, they are new and the
tags are still on from Macy's."

"Take them – and grab whatever shirt you want." Said Rocco.

"Thanks – I am going to look good walking around today in your pants."
Replied Sheldon joking with him.

"Want to fuck me again?" Sheldon asked.

"Jesus, is sex all you think about? Asked Rocco

"Pretty much, along with money."

"That figures. – see I was correct. You're a cheap whore."

"You got it sugar."

"Don't call me `sugar' – I don't like the girlie black talk"

"I forgot you are so perfect."

"You want me because I am not the typical gay man you find in a bar. It's
not perfect, but that's me." - "Am I correct about that?"

"Yes, you're a hot sexy mate complete with gold jewelry. How great is
that?" Answered Sheldon.

"I have to go to work in about an hour." Said Rocco, lovingly touching
Sheldon's face. Kiss me and get the fuck out of here.  Meet me at the club
after 5:00 pm for a drink and we can go to dinner someplace if you like."

"I would like that." Replied Sheldon. "I will be there." - " This morning,
I am going to see Randolph, and pick up my pay from three days
ago. Incidentally, don't tell him about us getting together. He wouldn't
like that.  Don't even bring up my name. – okay?"

"I won't mention it."

"He's an old bastard," - Said Sheldon.

"No he's not. Don't say that. Randolph has helped both of us. I like him,
and not just for his money. I like being around him." Replied Rocco.

"Humph – "You're wackier than you look."  I gotta go," said Sheldon –
"Say, who's paying for dinner?"

"You, - later."

"Sure stud – later" replied Sheldon.

Seconds later Sheldon was gone and Rocco poured himself a giant mug of
fresh brewed coffee.

He checked on his roommate, Jeremy, who was still sleeping. Jeremy came in
very late last evening and tumbled into bed. He didn't meet Sheldon, but
Rocco knew there was plenty of time for that.

It was after 5:00 pm the following day, when Rocco arrived at the club to
meet Sheldon. Peter was behind the bar and lit up like a Christmas tree
seeing Rocco once again.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." – "Where the fuck have you been
hiding?" Asked Pete.

"Just being a good boy and staying in... replied Rocco.

"You are so full of crap. You probably have enough dudes chasing you that
you don't have time for a poor old bastard like me."

"I always have time for you, big boy." Rocco replied with a big grin on his
face.

Peter laughed and continued wiping the bar with a wet rag. He set a bottle
of beer in front of Rocco. "No charge, it's on me." He said

Rocco looked around and Sheldon was not in the club anyplace. It was after
6:30 pm.

Rocco asked Peter, if he knew Sheldon.

"You mean the good looking black Jamaican dude? - Yeah, I know him."

"Yup, that's the one. He should be here any minute now." Rocco said.

"I doubt that, buddy boy because he left here about 4:00 O'Clock with an
older gent who was buying people drinks."

"He did? Replied Rocco.

"Just like clockwork, he latched on to this bloke when he saw the bankroll
of cash in his pocket, right after he paid or a round of drinks."

Rocco never commented and tried to change the subject. He pretended not to
be interested in hearing about Sheldon. Inside his mind however, he felt
differently.

"How well do you know this jerk?"  The bartender continued.

"Not well, I met him a couple of times and we messed around a bit. He is
hot." Replied Rocco.

"Yeah, nice package too – but he's also a thief. And along with a thief
comes trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"A small-time crook. He steals money, jewelry and clothes, whenever he can
get away with it."  "He spends it, pawns it or wears it."

"Are you sure we are talking about the same person?" Rocco asked.

"Oh yeah." I'll bet you $20 bucks that Sheldon cleans the old gent's
pockets. He'll come in here tomorrow wearing the dudes gold ring."

"I have to be going. Thanks Pete, for the beer." - Rocco said after taking
the final gulp and setting the bottle down on the bar.

"Just like that" - what's the rush - got a heavy date?" – I hope you
realize that I'm still available, Peter cried out laughing.

"I'll keep that in mind. I have your number tattooed on my ass." Rocco
shouted back.

Peter, was still laughing as the door swung closed and Rocco was outside
heading towards the subway station.

He took the first train headed uptown to the fashionable east side of
Manhattan. Then walked crossing over Lexington to 5th Avenue.

Rocco spoke to the doorman, who recognized him, and went into Randolph's
apartment building. He took the elevator to the 9th floor penthouse.

After the doors to the elevator closed, leaving Rocco behind and standing
on the 9th floor, he immediately turned around and pressed the down
button. "Fuck it. I'm getting out of here. What the hell was I thinking,
going to see Randolph?"  He said to himself

Rocco was not dumb. On the contrary he functioned well on common sense and
never let romantic tingles cripple his style. There was no room in his life
for troubled boyfriends. How could he have been so blind-sighted by
Sheldon?

Rocco lived by the Jersey rule. "Never read more into a person, than common
sense tells you is there." It is clear to spot obvious things about a
person. All he needed to do was look for the obvious and remember it.

Like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, he returned to the street
and walked 5th avenue all the way to Times Square.

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Part 10 – Rocco's final entry to follow.

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