“Maybe we should just get out of here. This is ridiculous,” Chad said as he stood up.
We had been waiting for our dinner reservations for an hour. Well, more like the reservations Chad had made months ago for him and Sabrina to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Sabrina was Chad’s ex-finance. She was the only woman lucky enough to catch the sexiest and most eligible bachelor in all of LA and then leave him a week before Valentine’s Day for her damn Pilates instructor.
“Bro, we are not leaving. I gave up on a nice date with a good guy to hang out with you. Sit,” I commanded him as I pointed to the seat next to me.
He flashed me that gorgeous yet dirty smile that always fucked my head up. He didn’t even argue with me. He took a seat next to me. As he sat, the air blew his scent fragrance my way. I couldn’t help but breathe it in. Why would any woman want to break his heart?
Chad was my boy. We’d been friends for years. When I came out as gay, he was the first person I told. I always felt safe around him. There was never a time when I felt judged. Did I mention that he’s also hot and sexy? Chad has always exuded this smoldering, effortless charm about himself. He has that whole chiseled jawline and gripping blue eyes that make him a dream. He has perfectly tousled dark hair that I sometimes envy.
There’s this smirk he has that hints at his mysterious and mischievous ways, but it’s also impossible to look away from. He’s the tall one between the two of us. I don’t care if he’s wearing a suit or a letterman’s jacket; his tall, athletic frame fills it out. His rugged, refined charm gives him a swagger that makes women swoon over him. I have to admit I’ve been in love with him since I first met him. Lusting after his good looks, perfect body, tight little ass, and incredible energy.
“You think you have control over me,” he said as if it were a matter of fact.
I smiled and shook my head, “No. I just know you. We’re going to have this nice dinner that you’re paying for, and then, maybe, go to a bar to try and get you laid so I can go and Netflix and chill with the good guy I stood up.”
“Netflix and chill. Do people even still do that,” he asked with a devious smile.
“I still do that,” I said with all the confidence in the world.
He gazed at me with those incredible blue eyes. I quickly looked away because I couldn’t risk revealing my truths to him and ruining everything that we had established between one another. I was his trusted friend.
“Davontae.” He said my name with this beauty that made my body tingle. Just as I was about to look at him and show him my desires…
“Chad, party of two. Your table is ready.”
I was saved by the hostess. The food and the ambiance were worth the wait. My job was to keep him distracted from all things Sabrina. I was doing a fine job of it. We had made it through the appetizers and the main course and were working on dessert. I went for a simple cheesecake. Chad, on the other hand, ordered the sexiest dessert ever, a Chocolate Lava Cake.
“Oooh, this is amazing,” he moaned. “You have to try it.”
“I’m chocolate enough. I don’t need the extra,” I said.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed.
His comment caught me off guard. I quickly snapped my head in his direction. Our eyes flickered back and forth, and then he let out a simple chuckle. I opened my mouth to say something a little sassy. Before I could get the words out, he fed me a piece of his cake with his fingers.
My heart stopped. I was frozen outside, but on the inside, I was running hot. That molten center sent my taste buds into a sensual frenzy. I closed my mouth and trapped his two fingers inside. My tongue swirled around his digits. His eyes widened in both shock and sheer disbelief. I had finally gotten some sort of taste of his flesh, and my brain screamed for more. He wiggled his fingers slowly and withdrew them from my mouth, pulling my lip just a bit, almost teasingly.
He cleared his throat, “It’s good, right.”
“The best thing I ever tasted,” I admitted to both the cake and his skin, whether he knew it or not.
“You know she hated my friendship with you. Thought you’d make me gay,” he said as he looked down at the plate.
“I didn’t know that. I’m sorry if I ever did anything to make things difficult for you. Chad, I’d never try and do anything to ruin our friendship.”
“I know. Sabrina was the first girl I loved, and she made me feel bad at every turn for being me. You just always encouraged me to keep being me. I think she hated that. Maybe I never even loved her. Maybe I loved the idea of her,” he confessed as he played over the remaining part of the cake.
“Sometimes the idea of someone is better than the person. Sometimes the person is better than the idea,” I told him.
Chad asked, “How am I supposed to know in the future?”
“You have to ask yourself, “Do I feel comfortable being my authentic self around this person?”
He smiled, “That’s a good first step to deciphering who you give your heart to.”
“Right. I think we should go dancing and see about getting you some new pussy. You know what y’all straight people say. The best way to get over some old pussy is to get into some new pussy.”
We ended up in West Hollywood at a gay bar. Let’s face it: straight women frequent them, and it’s a good place to meet a woman when she thinks every man in there is looking for a man. My plan seemed to be working. “Blow the Whistle” by Too $hort was blasting, and the folks were shaking and dropping ass. Chad had found luck with some blond bombshell, and they were having a good time on the dance floor. I had my back toward him because my front was occupied.
I had a little twink in my face who was looking pretty good. We were dancing and vibing. The DJ changed the track, and “Revolution” by Diplo sent my body into overdrive. I felt two strong hands on my waist, and I was grabbed from behind.
“She was a man,” Chad started. “If imma dance with a man, it’s gonna be my best friend. So…dance for me, Davontae.”
His words had me under some sort of spell. My body lost itself in the best, and my hips swayed and leaned back against him. Our bodies pressed against one another, and I could feel my ass cheeks clapping and bouncing. Little Chad was pressed firmly against my backside. He wrapped his arms around my chest and ran his hands across my pecs and nipples.
The spotlights in the club turned down and went red and everyone started screaming and jumping around in a circle. Chad kept me held tightly against him. His hips began to wine and grind. Our close contact dancing worked up a sweat. I spun around and looked him in those blue eyes.
He placed a hand on my hip, and we moved provocatively against one another. He ran his free hand through my curly fro. His fingers grazed my scalp, and all the blood rushed to my dick. It swelled in my pants. His gaze pulled me in, and I found myself drawn to his soft lips. I pulled away from him. I had to pull away; otherwise, I was going to ruin my friendship.
“We should get out of here,” I shouted over the music.
“Okay,” he agreed as he nodded his head.
We got back to his place. He had the electric fireplace going. I took a seat on the sofa, and he went to change. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to the guy I was supposed to be hanging out with. Minutes later, Chad came back in a beater and a pair of grey sweatpants. He flopped down on the sofa next to me.
“I had a great time tonight. One of the best Valentine's dates ever,” he said with that damn smile.
“Date,” I said as I cut my eyes. “I got no flowers, no card, and no chocolate.”
“Well, you’re chocolate enough, remember,” he said, using my own words against me.
“You’re right,” I admitted after he had gagged me.
“But if we’re keeping track of what we didn’t get. I didn’t get a kiss,” he said innocently.
The room felt quiet and filled with tension. I chewed on my bottom lip as I pondered over what to say. It seemed like Chad was making passes and advances toward me. I didn’t want to read the signs wrong. This was my straight friend, who I had crushed on for years, and he was making me feel like a confused teen. My phone chimed, and I checked the message.
“I should get going. My nice guy is waiting now that our date has officially ended.”
He smirked, “You could just stay and Netflix and chill here with me.”
I laughed, “You do know that’s code for fucking right?”
He placed his hand on my thigh, “You wanna Netflix and chill?”
I gulped, “Chad?”
“The only person I’ve ever felt like I could be my authentic self with is you. You get me, and we were at dinner; I felt happy. I felt like me, and I know you’ve been crushing on me forever. I’ve always liked the idea that I had so much influence on you, and let's face it… you have it on me as well. You’re the only person who tells me what to do, and I do it.”
“I don’t know what to say right now. I’m speechless.”
“Then say nothing but do everything. Let me explore us tonight.”
How could I resist him? I looked into gorgeous blue eyes, and I found myself lost and found in them. He took my quietness as a sign of willingness. He leaned in, and his lips pulled me toward him like a magnet. I was powerless against his will. I met him, closing the distance, and for the first time ever, I kissed a straight boy. My heart exploded with passion.
His lips were soft and succulent. We lost ourselves in that kiss. My hands ran along his arms, giving him chills and tingles. His tongue pushed against my lips. I parted them, and his long tongue slid inside my mouth. He pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his cock pressing into my right ass cheek.
I couldn’t get enough of kissing him. I wanted to kiss every part of him. He pulled away and snatched his shirt off. I instantly went for his neck. As I kissed and sucked his skin, he let out a soft moan that encouraged me to continue on the path I was on. His strong hands cuffed my ass.
I kissed my way down his chest. I took my time and rolled my tongue around each nipple. I was seducing him as much as he was seducing me. I could feel his cock throbbing underneath me. It was calling me. I dropped to my knees and pulled his sweats and underwear down.
His thick seven-inch cock stood swollen and red with anger. He was dripping with precum. His smooth balls hung perfectly. He had a thick bush of dark pubes that made it all look like the best dick I had ever laid my eyes on. The sight of his dick made my tight hole twitch.
“Is it big enough for you?” He asked the question almost like he was scared of the answer.
As I wrapped my hand around his member, I said, “It's fuckin’ perfect.” “
“Yeah? Show me how perfect.”
“How the fuck did she ever give you up,” I asked out loud.
Before he could answer, I wrapped my lips around his cock. His taste was better than I could have ever imagined. He moaned out as I went to work eating his dick. He placed his hand on the back of my head, making me take him deeper into my mouth. I rolled my tongue across his flesh and then down to his balls.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned out.
I looked up at him with my dark eyes. I wanted him to see my passion and desire for him. His body trembled as I sucked his cock. My tongue played with the head of his dick. Chad’s cock was my Valentine's candy, and I wanted every fucking drop of it. His moans grew sexier and sexier. I stroked his thickness as I sucked on it. His dick grew thicker in my mouth as more blood filled him out.
“You’re gonna make me cum like that,” he said.
I stood up and quickly undressed. I wanted him inside before he changed his mind or came all over himself. He stroked his fat pole as he watched me. The moment I was completely naked, he smiled. He liked what he saw. I pushed him back on the sofa and straddled him. I eased my hungry hole down on his rod.
Slowly his dick breached my backway. We both sighed as he eased in inch by inch. My lips made a tight seal around his cock. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and helped me rock my body back and forth on his rigid pole. I reached back and ran my fingers across his balls. I grinded on his dick like a dancer and slapped my ass cheeks.
“Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to, Davontae,” he encouraged through deep grunts.
I kissed him and began to bounce up and down harder and faster on his dick. I worked my hole, making him feel every muscle inside of me. I worked my body harder and faster. He moaned louder and louder.
“That dick feels so good,” I cried.
“I love how tight your fucking pussy is,” he exclaimed.
My body reacted to his words with glee. My hole started to moisten. I could feel my insides becoming wet. I fondled his balls as I rode him. He started to fuck up into me. Each time his cock pressed inside me, it made me moan and my body twitch.
“Let me fuck you from behind,” he said as he kissed me.
I hopped off him and rolled onto my knees. He got behind and gave my round ass a shake.
“Dude, you have so much ass. Holy shit.”
He slapped my cheeks, and then he slid his dick inside on me. He started to plow into me from the back. His dick slammed in and out of my dripping wet hole over and over. My hard dick swung back and forth between my legs as he fucked me good and hard. My cheeks clapped each time his pelvis met my backside. The room echoed with the sound of our skin clapping and his balls pounding mine.
“Fuck me,” I cried out.
“This pussy is so good. You been hiding it from me,” he said as he stuck his long tongue in my ear.
He pulled my head back by my curls. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and continued to use my body. He pounded me faster and harder. His body started to sweat as the fireplace roared, and his pounding intensified. His dick stretched my juicy cunt. I could feel every vein brushing against my insides. I flexed my ass muscles, giving him more pleasure than his brain could possibly handle.
“Long dick me,” I pleaded.
He gave me what I asked for. His strokes became long and hard. He hit every unspoken magical spot in my anus. The fluids inside my ass began to drip out of me. I coated his dick like it had never been coated before. I bounced my body back and forth, fucking myself on his pole. His breathing became more rapid.
I felt full and hungry for more. I slowly worked my body. Over and over, I eased off his dick and back against it. My chocolate hole was dripping wet and hot inside. He pulled out and flipped me on my back. Chad’s dick had swelled to the size of a bottle of coke. It was almost hard to believe that all of that had been in me. His big dick slid back in, and he started to fuck me like his life depended on it. I wrapped my legs around his body and dug my nails into his flesh.
I grabbed hold of my cock as he fucked me. Each stroke he gave me was met with a stroke of my dick. I could feel the cum churning in my balls, just wanting to escape and be free. His dick game was impressive. I had no idea Chad could fuck so well. He pulled his cock out and then slammed back inside of me full force. Then he pulled it out and slammed it back inside of me again.
His dick dug deeper into my hole. I couldn’t hold it back. My dick twitched like it was having a seizure, and I erupted with cum. I cried out, and he fucked me harder. The walls in my ass flexed uncontrollably. He let out a loud roar, and he slammed himself deep inside of me. His hot cum flooded me tight ass.
“FUCK,” he screamed.
After he flooded me with his cum he pulled out. He lifted my legs and took a look at my wrecked hole.
“Chocolate Lava Cake,” he said with a satisfied smile.
He collapsed on the side of me. There were so many things I wanted to say and needed to say. I just didn’t know where to start. I guess I’d have to just wait and see what the next Valentine’s Day holds. One thing for sure is that I know no one else will ever be his Chocolate Lava Cake because you never forget that first bite!
THE END
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