Fiction By “The Chocolate Romantic”

Here’s the deal: Two hawt, hung, and horny star-crossed lovers split up but are trying to find their way back to each other. However, they fall into steamy sexual situations that may derail their reunion! Follow this continuing saga to see where their “sin-sational” journey ultimately leads them. 

Chapter Two

Carrying around a broken heart, and now in sweltering lust for Rodney, Warren was an irritable, horny Black man! He constantly thought and dreamed about “The Bruh.” Warren wanted this humongous stud to take him into his arms…and pound the hell outta his tight, taut, juicy ass!  

It had been such a long time since he’d been penetrated, and he needed it BAD! You see, Warren had always been the “top dog” in his relationship with his Khalil, that 5’5″, 158-pound “chocolate-drop rump-roast cutie.  

But now, he craved a thorough role reversal, a “flipping of the script,” if you will.

Warren’s and Rodney’s paths didn’t cross again ’till about a week later. One Saturday morning after working out, Warren ran into The Bruh in their hallway.  

Clad in revealing black spandex and a yellow muscle shirt that read “PUMP ME,” Warren was floored at what he saw!   Rodney was in full police uniform. The brother was speechless.

“Supercop’s” uniform clung to and hugged his every asset, his every muscle, along with his sausage-sized, curved weapon resting between massive thighs.   The mushroom-shaped dickhead on that “pistol” was clearly outlined, appearing quite lethal. In a good way, of course! LOL.

This time, though, Rod’s demeanor was different—authoritarian, decidedly macho. And, Supercop seemed to be in an extreme state of arousal!

Warren mumbled, “I—I didn’t know that you were a cop!”  

Eyeing him up and down, the caramel-colored officer with the shaved head and neatly-trimmed ‘stache and goatee seemed to devour Warren’s body! The cop’s heated gaze locked on the brother’s round, shapely, “bubblelicious” bum.

Supercop snapped, “Was I supposed to post my profession all around the damn complex, bro? Wassup wit you, anyways?” Warren’s brain was screaming, “Wassup with me is that I need you and your big ass GUN, dammit!”

Taken aback, Warren stammered, “S-Sorry. You’re right.”  

Suddenly, Rodney mellowed a tad. “Yo dude, I apologize. It’s just that we’re understaffed at the precinct. (Pause.)  And, I just broke up a nasty domestic dispute between two gay guys, and had to write this long ass report! And now, I’ve got personal shit to do. What a freakin’ life!”

As Rod blew by, the flustered bro spied his new neighbor’s HARD-ON—Warren’s usual condition of late. And in Supercop’s rush—and the rush he got from Warren—he forgot to lock his apartment door.

Curiosity (which, they say, killed the cat) pushed Warren to peek inside. Desire drove him to go all the way. And, Uncontrollable Lust drove Warren directly to the officer’s bedroo

(Wouldn’t you like to have these “guys” as your friends? Maybe you already do!)

Hmmmmmmmm.  Supercop had a large section of the wall mirrored! Sitting on the king-sized bed, Warren saw and then reached for the navy blue jock strap, which was hanging off a pillow. The gym rat sniffed and smelled The Bruh’s dee-light-fully funky scent! A hungry smile split his face.

However, without warning, reality came crashing back!  

A baritone voice boomed out, “Taylor! What tha fuck are YOU doing in my spot? I should haul yo’ azz in for trespassing, goddamit!”

Warren was ab-so-lute-ly mortified! After jumping to his feet, his body trembled, shook, and quaked. Sweat ran down his brow, his face, like a raging river.

Supercop noticed that Warren was still clutching the “funk strap.” Flashing a megawatt grin, the officer commented, “Uh-huh. Oh, I ‘git’ it! Dude, what you want and NEED is right between my thick azz legs! No problem, no problem. I can help you out.”

Warren was speechless! His eyes were bugging out. The poor guy was like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.

Motioning to “Mr. Perplexed,” Supercop growled, “Come to me…NOW!” His legs wobbly, Warren lumbered towards Rodney.

Quivering out of both fear and lust, he came face-to-face with The Bruh.  

Warren pleaded, “Man, puleeze! I really meant no harm! I didn’t REALLY break in! The door was ajar! Puleeze, Rodney! I don’t wanna go to jail!”

Supercop laughed, “JAIL??? Oh hell no, my brother! (Pause.)  What you ARE gonna do is SUCK my dick!”  

In a flash, Supercop grabbed the “intruder’s” beefy azz, pulling him into his granite-like bod. Forced to his knees, Warren slowly massaged and stroked Rod’s rock-hard, immense, throbbing tool. 

Next, Warren unzipped the officer’s fly, and voila! A ten-incher jumped out. Squeezing Supercop’s muscular, melon-shaped butt, Warren kissed, licked, and slurped all over the dick’s big head and lengthy shaft.  

As precum oozed outta the piss slit, the experienced and oh-so-talented cocksucker eagerly, carefully, and expertly explored the dickhead’s wide slit.

Supercop growled, “Awwwww shit, dude! Stop the fuckin’ teasin’ and git DOWN on it!”  Rod was acting just like a wee little boy, begging for his Christmas gift early. However, he’d no idea that he’d receive Christmas and the Fourth of July all rolled up into one!

Yo, Warren completely chowed down on and devoured Supercop’s pulsating, stiff, thick meat like a starving man! The Bruh moaned and then shouted, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh gawd yessssssssss, Taylor!”  Seizing the back of the feverish cocksucker’s head, Supercop continually and rhythmically shoved and pumped his rigid, phat, juicy cock in and out, in and out of the fiery, slick mouth—which felt like a freakin’ suction cup.

The warm velvetiness of Warren’s mouth sent shivers up and down, and throughout Supercop! The only thing he could do was to close his eyes, moan deeply, tweak his rigid nips–and go along for the ride.

At some point, Supercop led Warren back to the bedroom. And in a heartbeat, all clothing vanished! The long mirrored wall captured all the passion, heat, and FIYAH of the two studs. 

As Warren deep-throated The Bruh, the officer squeezed and palmed his partner’s luscious bubble butt. A spank here, a “spanky-spank” there. And so on. And on again!

As Supercop lubed Warren’s puckering hole, he grew more and more excited about the chocolate treasure he’d soon plunder!

Then, Warren barked, “Fuck me—NOW!!!”  Grinning, Supercop wrapped a purple condom on his ten-incher! After turning the beefy brother on his stomach, Supercop slowly–but intently–entered the welcoming and puckering orifice.  

The initial deep burn quickly morphed into pleasure, and Warren felt like he was in another  universe, with every inch of Rodney’s hefty, stiff, and raging manhood deep inside him. Pinning Warren to the bed and kissing him, Supercop continually—and at various speeds and rhythms—pumped and stroked his phat dick in and out, in and out of that delectable, juicy boipussy! As the bed was singing “Shake, Rattle and Roll,” Warren was crying out in divine ecstasy.

A while later, Supercop yelled, “Awwwwwww shit, Taylor! I’m gonna cum!”  And he did. Explosively!

Not to be outdone, Warren quickly “returned the favor.” 

Rod then took Warren into his massive arms, kissing the beefy stud’s full lips, which were aflame.  

Flashing his electric smile, Supercop groaned, “Dude, you have an open invitation to enter my place anytime.”

To Be Continued….Mos’ Def!