Chocolate

The more things change, the more things stay the same. For over ten years, rain or shine, snow or sleet, rarely missing a day Brian Kinney, Michael Novotny, Ted Schmidt, and Emmett Honeycutt have met for breakfast, and shared stories at the Liberty Diner. The Monday morning, following Valentine's Day was no different. Michael was eager to tell his friends about his romantic weekend.

“First, Ben brought me this huge bouquet of red roses.” Michael beamed.

“Wow, roses.” Brian pretended to care.

“Roses, I love red roses.” Emmett swooned. “How come you never brought me roses when we were together, Teddy?”

“It was on my list of things-to-do,” Ted said.

“Then Ben took me out to dinner at this cool piano bar. You know, the one with the big tropical fish tank in the middle of the room. We had lobster, and filet mignon,” Michael said smugly.

“Surf & turf, that’s nice.” Brian tried not to yawn.

“How come you never took me out for surf & turf when we were together Teddy?” Emmett once again turned to Ted.

“That was also on my list of things-to-do,” Ted said.

Michael continued. “We finally finished off our dinner with a slice of triple rich, melt in your mouth, chocolate cake.”

“Chocolate?” Brian’s eyes lit up.

Emmett again looked at Ted. “Now don’t say I never baked a chocolate cake for you?” Ted spoke up first.

“You’ve got it wrong. I was the one who baked chocolate cake for you!” Emmett corrected him.

“Will you two stop interrupting, and let me finish telling you about my weekend!” Michael frowned.

While his three friends bickered among themselves, Brian’s mind drifted back to his own Valentine's Day weekend at the loft. It started out innocently enough when Justin came home with a box of condoms………………………………………….



“Remember these?” Justin dangled the foil square in front of Brian’s face.

Brian looked up from his laptop. “Vaguely,” he said.

“Vaguely, my ass,” Justin chuckled.

“Oh yeah, now I remember!” Brian snapped his finger. “I used to use those on your ass.”

“Not exactly.” Justin smiled. “These are chocolate flavored condoms.”

“Chocolate?” Brian was suddenly interested.

“I thought we could test them out before Tony gets home.” Justin’s smile widened.

Brian closed his laptop, and headed for the bed. It had been over a year since he used a condom. Ah, the memories. If he only had a dime for every discarded, load filled latex he’d flushed down the loft’s toilet, or left on the backroom floors and alleys of Pittsburgh. One night he went through a 12 pack on a pair of twins. Then there was the weekend of Brian’s first White Party when he broke his own record, and finished off a box of 50 in less than three days. One should never take for granted the value of a good condom. It took Brian weeks to settle down with one kind that he really liked. There were lubed and ultra lubed, ribbed and non-ribbed, thinner ones vs. thicker ones, neon colored condoms that glowed in the dark, large ones, and extra large ones….The varieties went on and on, and Brian had sampled them all. In the end it was the old fashioned, ultra-thin lubricated that he settled on.

Justin played with Brian’s cock until it stood nice and tall, allowing the chocolate flavored condom to easily roll down the firm shaft, and form a second skin. “Ummm.” Justin slid the pulsating lollipop into his mouth, and traced his tongue across the sweet, mushrooming head.

So much for nostalgia. Whenever the option to cap or go bareback presents itself, 9.5 times out of 10 bareback will win, hands down. “Take the condom off baby.” Brian reached for the lube.

“Leave it on,” Justin insisted, and rolled over onto all fours.

Fine, Brian begrudgingly obliged. Who knows what goes on in the minds of youngsters these days? Maybe Justin wanted to relive his glory nights when Brian would bring him back to the loft, after a night of boozing and drugging, and pound his tight little hole until the sun rose, or they both passed out. Whichever came first.

Brian squeezed a liberal amount of lube between Justin’s bulbous cheeks, and prepared himself for entry. For the ten thousandth time he pressed the head of his cock against the puckered, pink opening, and waited for his baby’s body to welcome him inside.

“Oooooh,” Justin sighed.

Brian began to move his hips, slowly at first, as he watched the chocolate flavored condom move back and forth, in and out of Justin’s ass. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned.

“Come on, fuck me daddy!” Justin pushed back to meet his lover’s strokes.

Brian forgot about the condom. He was 29 again, and Justin was 17. The hot little blonde he spotted walking underneath the lamp post on Liberty Avenue, whose name he couldn’t remember, was taking everything the pride of Babylon had, and begging for more.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Justin taunted him.

“You want more?” Brian spit into his hand, and reached around for Justin’s cock.

“Ahh, give it to me. Yes!” Justin edged him on.

“You like it? Tell me that you like it,” Brian demanded.

“I love it!” Justin hissed.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” Brian whimpered.

“Don’t cum yet,” Justin pleaded.

“Oh God!” Brian tried to hold on.

With Brian about to prematurely explode at any second, Justin knew that he didn’t have much time. The binding member of The Royal Trio moved Brian’s hand away, and began to jerk himself off. “Wait for me, Brian,” Justin panted. “Oh…ooooh...”

“I’ll try,” Brian promised.

The action in bed was rapidly reaching its climax when Tony quietly entered the loft. Undetected, he casually folded his arms across his chest, and leaned against the bedroom doorway to watch.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Brian warned.

“I’m almost there,” Justin gasped.

“Come on, princess, cum for daddy.” Tony made his presence known, and moved in closer to the bed.

Like a scene from a well directed porn video, Justin’s creamy load shot out across the designer sheets. It was now Brian’s turn. Tony’s eyes followed Brian’s cock as it continued its assault on Justin’s ass. In and out, back and forth, a sweat drenched Brian thrust his hips. Noticing the condom in place, Tony concluded that this was an opportunity that couldn’t be missed. The strongest member of The Royal Trio called upon all of his instincts, and expertise. There was no room for error. His timing had to be perfect. Wait…wait…wait…. Brian suddenly stopped. Wait….wait. Tony held his breath. Brian finally closed his eyes, and threw his head back.

“Pull out, precious.” Tony quickly unrolled the condom from Brian’s cock, and replaced it with his mouth.

“OH SHIT!” Brian grabbed the back of Tony’s head. With the silver and black curls entwined around his fingers, Brian held on for dear life, as his daddy proceeded to suck him dry.

“Oh my god, a perfect ass-to-mouth, that was sooo fucking hot. Let’s do it again! This time, let’s put Brian on the bottom.” Justin was eager for more.

Tony finally removed Brian’s cock from his mouth. There was something unusually familiar, yet different about the taste. “Chocolate?” Tony looked up at Brian.

“Chocolate.” Brian nodded his head, and smiled…………………………………………..



"Brian…Brian! Earth to Brian. Are you listening to me?” Michael waved his hand in front of his best friend’s face.

“So what did the Royal Trio do for Valentine's Day?” Emmett asked.

Brian thought for a moment before he answered. “Nothing much, we just laid around, and ate chocolates,” he said.

 

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