Chocolate Candybars by Will
Date: May 28, 2022

Seth Reynolds was exhausted. He'd been working non-stop on overtime for almost seven weeks with the airline. When he'd been recruited as a pilot at AmericanWest airlines 15 years ago, he envisioned himself the luckiest aviator in the world. Now, it was just another job, with all its drudgery. He needed some down-time, badly. But with downsizing and layoffs, it wasn't wise to play the poor-me weakling.

But yesterday, as luck would finally have it, he was assigned a two-day furlough. And Seth Reynolds was the kind of guy who when he did get time to himself, didn't like his sleep interrupted, by anyone. He intensely hated it when the doorbell would ring on those few and rare days that he could sleep in.

He'd been up half the night working on a new flight program; and 10am seemed like an obscenity when he had had designs on sleeping away the entire day. The insistent din of the doorbell summoned him from his pastoral dream. It seemed to ring with such frenzied intensity that he felt menacingly summoned to consciousness by its piercing bedlam.

He was in a stupor. He didn't even bother to put on a robe or a pair of pants. His six-foot frame just lumbered down the hallway in his blue polka dot boxers. Opening the door, he stood behind it, using it to hide the fact that he had nothing on except his skivvies. He didn't care if his thick, wavy brown hair, dotted here and there with a hint gray, was a crown of disarray.

The mid-morn sunlight was blinding. But in two seconds the sight before him brought his sleep-imbued mind to full alert consciousness.

He was about 5'7", with close-cropped black hair. His sloe-eyes were brown and large, emitting a radiance; his skin was luscious chocolate brown, possessing a rich luxurious sheen he'd never before seen. He was anywhere between 17 to 20 years of age; sometimes it was difficult to tell the age of certain Afrikan Americans males, thought Seth.

"Good morning, sir," he said holding out a card. "My younger brother and I are with the 'Jobs for Youth Program'. This neighborhood was supposed to be my brother's territory; but he got sick yesterday and he's got to have this candy sold by Friday - so I'm filling in for him."

The well-used card looked as though it had been an official something or other at one time, and it bore the name LaMonte Daniels, and the date of birth indicated he'd turned 18 several months earlier.

After scanning the card, Seth looked him in the eye.

"Monty Daniels...that's me!", he grinned.

So did Seth.

"I've got some super nice chocolate candy bars, sir. They're only three dollars, and they're really worth the money."

Seth Reynolds wasn't thinking about the candybars in his box. He was thinking about those luscious chocolate arms and shoulders that shone beyond the boundaries of that pale blue tank-top covering his hairless chest. And about those semi-fitted, knee-length white shorts just above those trim, muscular, slightly-haired legs. What sweet tasty candy must be hidden beneath them.

"Come on in," chortled Seth, turning and walking straight down the hall. Turning left into the kitchen, he sat down on a barstool.

"Here, buddy," said Seth, patting the barstool next to him.

Monty eased up on the stool, revealing a tasty expanse of satiny smooth brown thigh. Seth took the candybar being extended from the kid's hand. But he looked past it and down at the tent in those white shorts. A sight of which looked like a boner brought an immediate awakening to the loins of the exhausted middle-aged pilot. That warm awakening soon began to grow into a burgeoning fire in Seth's boxers.

As the blood began to rush to Seth's head, he was suddenly struck by the realization that he was actually in his underwear, sitting there opposite this young Afrikan American, as his semi-erect cock stretched out into a full Class-A erection.

Quickly Seth brought the candybar down to his lap and across his erection -- as Monty's eyes followed. And there was no question that the teenager could easily see the shape of the enlarged cock.

Seth looked up and saw those large, beautiful eyes affixed on the bulge beneath the candybar - which only served to increase the man's arousal. Monty was only inches away as they faced each other. Seth kept staring at the candybar as if he were reading the label, but saw and felt Monty's fixed glance on his expanding prick.

Finally Monty squirmed a little on his stool and Seth took a quick glance to see if the meat in those white shorts had increased in heat.

"Ya know, Monty," said Seth, looking the kid squarely in the eyes when they rose to meet his. "I really do enjoy sucking on a good candybar."

He then smiled coyly, asking, "Ya got any other sweet candy I can suck on."

Seth couldn't believe how brazen he was with this unbelievably handsome total stranger. His moral compass was saying stop, but his heart and body were racing full-throttle ahead. But he also wanted to make sure he wasn't making a mistake.

So Seth then dropped his eyes to the kid's crotch and then back to his eyes. "I'll buy 50 bucks worth if you have something better."

Monty pursed those succulent full lips as if he were studying a poker-bid. He looked a bit nervous and Seth quickly realized that he had to give the kid a way out. "Of course, if that's all you've got I could buy a couple of those."

Monty squirmed a bit more; only this time Seth clearly saw that the kid was obviously getting totally aroused by his blatant proposition.

"Yeah.....I got another candybar....maybe!"

"I like it big - you got a big one?" questioned Seth, "Big and chocolate flavored?" continued the man. He reached down and squeezed and adjusted his own cock while staring boldly at the huge twitching tent in Monty's white shorts.

"It's definitely worth 50 bucks," replied Monty looking out through sleepy eyes as he squeezed and massage his own rigid dick.

Seth then realized that this was one hot, street-smart kid, suburbs or not.

"Well, stand up here, big boy-let's have a lot at that tasty candybar," said Seth reaching over and touching that lustrous chocolate thigh and tugging him off the barstool.

Monty Daniels stood up; unbuttoned the shorts and pulled down the zipper and then flashed Seth a peek as he pulled the elastic band forward from his underwear.

"Is this what you had in mind....this BIG?"

Seth's eyes widened with considerable appreciation. He was excited by the fact that Monty was proud of his huge member. But then most Afrikan American boys are proud of everything sexual, he thought.

"That's exactly what I had in mind, Monty!" grunted Seth as he leaned forward placing his fingers over the kid's to pull the front of the underwear down further to get a better look at the very large, mostly-hard, chocolate cock.

Seth slid off his barstool and dropped to his knees in one swift movement. His eyes ogled the manboy's proud angry phallus as it stretched and throbbed there before his face. Monty, coolly and calmly, stood there in front of him, waiting. Seth's hands moved up to grasp the belt of Monty's shorts and pulled them, along with his briefs, down to the floor.

Freed of his shorts, Seth gazed lustfully at the fat juicy head of that cock; it was begging to be sucked. It was about 8 inches in length and almost 4 inches in circumference. Seth was almost giddy at the sight. His own cock was no more than six inches. There was no hair on Monty's chest or stomach, yet there was a huge thick delicious bush of hair framing that boy-warrior's juicy cock. He wanted to lose his nose and tongue deep within the lustrous scented array.

Placing his left hand on Monty's hip, he squeezed those firm muscular buttocks. With his right hand he grabbed the teenager's raging cock at the base and squeezed it, making an up and down motion on it to make it increase in size. The cock was already at its full length but with the sliding motion it grew even larger and harder. The teenager's legs trembled as he released a loud lustful groan.

"You like that don't ya," growled Seth.

'Yeah...." immediately responded Monty. "..and your mouth would be nice on there too."

LaMonte Daniels has had his cocked sucked before, thought Seth; there was no question about it. He lowered his left hand to the floor and tugged at Monte's shorts. "Here, step out of these and spread your legs a little."

Monty lifted a foot as Seth slipped the shorts over the white SeanJohn sneakers. He held onto the kitchen bar and when he placed his foot back down on the floor he made a stance with his feet stretched about eighteen inches apart.

Seth now had a great view of his ballsac. Its color was a darker brown, almost hairless...and full. As Seth held the throbbing cock in one hand, he reached up and guided his fingers across the scrotum; first along the side, then reaching behind them so as to try and hold them fully in his palm.

"Come on, Monty, pull off that tank top; will you?" commanded Seth, "I want to see all of you!" He then leaned forward and kissed the side of the excited cock in his hand.

"YOU do it!" exclaimed the aroused kid, standing defiantly over the man.

Seth gave the cock a temporary wet lick goodbye and stood up. Grasping the tank top at the bottom he rapidly pulled it up over his head. Tossing the top across the kitchen bar, Seth brought his hands down over the deep milk-chocolate luster of Monty's bare shoulders. Ah the sweet delicious sheen of tasty human chocolate.

"Got dam, Monty, you really are one beautiful Afrikan American specimen!" gushed Seth, moving his hands from the bare shoulders across the firm naked chest, until both hands came to rest at the erect dark brown nipples. The man moaned loudly at the feel of those two electrifying points of passion. He was dizzy from the enthralling sexual energy blasting from the teenager's body.

It was at that point that Monty surprised him. Standing there naked in the glow the White man's adoration, Monty slipped his hands into the elastic band of Seth's undershorts. Then stooping down, he brought the man's boxers down to the floor. Seth's hands nearly left contact but he kept touch by bending down and stroking Monty's close-cropped hair.

It took no prompting at all for Seth to step out of his drawers. Now, there they were, when Monty stood up, both standing face to face, dick to dick, in their nakedness. The young man who had so rudely awakened Seth a few minutes earlier with his box of chocolates was now going to give him a treat of his life.

"Come on, let's get out of the kitchen." said Seth, placing his hand on a chocolate shoulder and leading Monty into the living room.

"The couch...is that okay?" asked Seth as he relished the awesome sight of Monty's firm back and slender ass.

"Cool" replied Monty, lying down on the couch, placing one leg up on the cushion. His knee was high in the air. "Sneakers", he said looking at Seth, almost apologizing for putting his feet upon on the sofa. Quickly he unlaced the sneaker on the cushion. Smoldering with lust, Seth bent down and ran his fingers down the perfect fleshscape of the calf of the leg on the floor and began to unlace and remove the other sneaker. Seth was on his knees below him and when he removed the sneaker, he deeply inhaled the scent of it, then placed the warm, moist, bare foot on his own naked crotch. The warmth, the moisture and the intoxicating scent of the foot felt unbelievably good.

They were both very much aware of their nakedness. Their own nakedness and the nakedness of the other. They both felt as though they were experiencing a jubilation of sorts. Everything seemed so good and right for both of them on that Saturday morning in August.

Monty's loins were spread as one foot was up on the cushion and the other now on the floor between Seth's legs. The man's eyes luxuriated in the sight of that huge stiff black boner, the balls, and even a part of his ass below.

"And now for tasting that candy of yours, mister big guy." said Seth as he straddled the extended foot beneath him. He leaned back on that foot so that he could feel Monty's ankle and foot resting against his own balls and ass. He drew both his legs together on Monty's leg and leaned forward, grasping the teenager's thigh and part of his ass with one hand - and with the other, he stroked Monty's dick and lowered his salivating mouth to it.

He gently touched his lips to the tip. He breathed hot gushes of breath on it while deeply inhaling the sweet adolescence of its aroma. The aroma was almost too much for Seth to endure. It returned so many sweet memories of contented days gone by. Was this what they called ecstasy?

Rapturously he took the thick hard monster-size chocolate bar into his mouth. Oh god, the smell of him! The taste of him! It was just too much. Had he ever enjoyed a more powerfully erotic encounter than this before in his life?

Monty responded by caressing Seth's hair and ears. And for both of them the contact of Seth's wet lips against Monty's loins seemed to make both of them more keenly aware of what they were doing. Soon the Afrikan American teenager simply lay back on the sofa, contentedly closed his eyes, and gently relaxed into Seth's oral attentions and affections.

Seth had expected an early climax; but Monty was apparently experienced and didn't cum as easily as did most teenage boys out looking for thrills. Instead, he began to gently move his cock into Seth's mouth - and eventually was face-fucking him. Soon he was fucking Seth's mouth more furiously than the man was sucking him.

They said nothing. They only breathed as Seth hungrily sucked the organ. When he sensed that the teenage might erupt, he would ease up off the swollen member and slowly kiss and lick it...especially concentrating on the ridge between the head and the shaft.

Then he would lower his attention to the balls. The third time Seth did this, Monty spread his legs wider and slid his hips slightly off the edge of the couch so that Seth had complete access to his entire pelvis. Monty never took his hands away from Seth's head as the man moved downward and placed his hands beneath his ass. The ballsac was smooth and warm and as Seth's sex-starved mouth and tongue traveled all over it, he could feel the ever moving gonads inside the sac. The man wished he were able to devour the entirety of those two awesome tasty morsels.

Lower, and lower and lower journeyed Seth's tongue between those chocolate legs. His wet, exploring licker danced across that divine ridge of skin that led down into the asshole. He shuddered with animal lust when his tongue made contact with that sweaty, scented orifice. He groaned loudly with beastly pleasure as he commenced to wet that tight sweaty hole. He licked, probed, sucked and washed it thoroughly whilst he rejoiced in the aroma, taste and feel of the chocolate teenager. At that moment he couldn't imagine anyone else in the world ever satisfying his oral appetite again.

Hearing hushed yelps inside the kid, Seth sensed urgency in the boy's cock and tore his attention away from the heavenly bunghole and traveled his mouth back up toward the needy boner. He discovered to his delight that the cock was now releasing slippery precum. Catching some of the sticky substance with his tongue, he brought it down to the fat ridge of the shaft. As his tongue vigorously worked the salty slippery pre-juice around the pulsing head, Monty had been taken far beyond the point of no return. He was rolling towards his climax whether Seth was ready for it or not.

Seth watched as Monty closed his eyes; he watched those fine, exquisitely-chiseled, Afrikan American features of the teenager's face as his licked his cock. The muscles deep in Monty's groin tightened as though he were withholding his cum from the man. Seth began to suck him even harder, daring him to hold it back any longer - when finally he hollered loudly and his cock throbbed in great involuntary spasms, sending his plentiful juices ricocheting into Seth's waiting mouth.

It just doesn't get any better than this thought Seth as he greedily gobbled down every iota of semen that the fertile penis was willing to offer.

Finally, after making one last thrust up into that warm sucking mouth, Monty released his grip on Seth's and collapsed back on the couch. With that, Seth ran his hands the length of that magnificent body; his fingers luxuriating in the luster and texture of the almost hairless nakedness; the firm manboy flesh, so delicious; so chocolate brown. An exquisite and flawless spawn of sweet mother Earth Herself.

Monty was still breathing hard when Seth lifted those two perfect legs and swung them up on the couch so that he could comfortably lie there and catch his wind. Tenderly, he continued caressing that body. His hands couldn't get enough of the feel of it. His fingers traveled to the inside his legs, to his muscular thighs, to his flat stomach and firm chest. He kissed the nipples and then caressed that face. Soon he'd mustered up enough courage to kiss Monty on the mouth - very gently, barely toughing those succulent, inviting, bee-stung lips with his. It took every ounce of restraint not to.

Up until that moment, Monty had not responded to Seth's attentions. But, with his eyes closed, when he sensed Seth's lips just above his, he parted those sweet full lips and invited the man's tongue in to taste his mouth. Soon Seth's tongue was lovingly washing across Monty's pearly whites. Eventually, Monty was tasting what was left of his own cum in Seth's mouth and found himself savoring the taste. As the man's tongue entered deeper into the teenager's mouth, Monty responded by entering his.

Seth rested one hand on the kid's chest while stroking his forehead and closely cropped hair, as he kissed him long and deeply and enjoying the long and deep kissed returned by Monty.

Reaching over, Monty grabbed Seth's cock and squeezed it hard. The cock was wet with all the anticipation that Seth's body had generated while he had made love to that awesome teenage phallus. The hand was soon soaked with the copious precum and he began to rub and slide it up and down on the turgid rod. Before he knew it, Seth was in a complete state of erotic frenzy. Throughout the focused masturbatory strokes by Monty, the two had continued to hungrily kiss, taking turns as Seth's tongue penetrated Monty's mouth deeply - then Monty penetrated his.

In a rustle of movement, Monty got up from the couch and motioned for Seth and lie down on his back there on the carpeted floor. Which Seth did. Monty separated Seth's legs and inched in between them. Then lifting those legs and placing them on his shoulders, Monty leaned in and took the man's six-inch cock into his mouth.

In complete amazement, Seth could not help but stare at, and study, this super-macho Black boy as he felt his own white legs resting on that warm, muscular teenage back, as he almost innocently kissed, licked and sucked his cock. But innocent or not, Monty knew what he wanted to do and Seth was receiving some amazing pleasure. While he sucked with a glowing jubilance, Monty rubbed Seth's thighs, his ass, and his balls.

Seth remained totally blissed by the beautiful contrast of Monty's black hair and black face against the pinkish white of his own stomach. It stoked his arousal to the Nth degree. He was captivated by the sight of the teenager's cute upturned nose. He reached down and placed his hands on that handsome face and caressed the sweet chocolate cheeks. And with that came the impeding intensity of the man's climax as he felt an exciting tingling all over him. But it was too soon. He didn't want this all to end already. And as Monty had done, he too, began holding back his cum for as long as he could.

But the intoxicating sucking of the Afrikan American's beautiful lips knew what they were doing - knew what they wanted. His sucking was relentless. Seth began to moan and squirm there on the floor with his legs across the kid's shoulders. His self-control was no match for Monty's oral expertise and Seth soon heard himself screaming his release into the waiting mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on forever for Seth. He just couldn't stop groaning and moaning and squirming and writhing his spooge into Monty Daniels' mouth. He hadn't enjoyed such a full and relaxed ejaculation in years, and he, for sure, relished the sweet hot delirium he was in.

Monty swallowed Seth without stopping, and like Seth had done, sucked the hard cock until it was completely spent.

Afterwards, Monty dropped the legs from his shoulders and crawled forward and lay on top of Seth so they could both enjoy the nakedness of each other while the exhilarating excitement of his lovemaking slowly subsided. Monty rested his cheek on the man's hairy chest while Seth's hands ran lovingly across the rich chocolate back and over the mocha cheeks. For many minutes they just lay in each others arms saying nothing.

"Well, I gotta go, now!" finally said Monty, jumping up from the floor.

Seth was crestfallen. He hated the idea of him leaving. He wanted the little Chocolate-hued sex satyr to stay with him. He wanted to have him again and again and again all day. All that worldly fatigue that had hounded him for such a long, long time, were gone. All those feelings of can't waiting to get to sleep at night, because sleeping kept him safe from his empty life. And all of life's many constant and tedious frustrations were no longer bastardizing his consciousness. He felt alive! For the first time in a very, very long time...he felt genuinely alive!! He wanted to continue to smell the sweet smell of Monty. He wanted to taste him, again, and again and again...all over.

But, instead, he half-heartedly said, "I hope we can do this again, Monty."

"Yeah! Sure!" his young face sparkling, looking almost cherubic, "This was GREAT!"

"Well I guess I have to pay you for the candy." said Seth getting up from the floor, wholly disappointed that it was over.

"No chance!" said Monty, pulling on his sneakers. He turned and stared rather sternly at Seth, "I did that with you 'cause I wanted to. I ain't no whore."

A smile and a bit of color finally returned to Seth's face. He sat there on the couch beside the chocolate sweetheart and placed an arm around those delicious shoulders.

"I live over in Manor's Grove" said Monty as the two walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen Monty saw Seth's cell phone on the counter. He reached into his white shorts and pulled out his own cell phone. He then programmed Seth's cell number into his phone, and visa versa.

"There.." finally said Monty, "does that make things better? You gonna call me?"

Seth's heart expanded beyond usual limits. He was in a seeming seventh heaven. Again, he repeated in his mind, it doesn't get any better than this.

Excusing himself, Seth walked away into the bedroom and returned with a 50 dollar bill and handed it to the teenager, saying, "Here...give me your brother's whole box of candy bars."

"But there's only twenty-five dollars worth of candy bars in here." replied Monty.

"Well, I'm super fond of chocolate; so tell your brother somebody gave him a tip."

Monty dumped out the contents of the box onto the kitchen bar while sending Seth a guarded look of affection. Turning, he headed down the hall towards the door; Seth behind him.

Hand on the door, Monty turned, looking Seth in the eye, saying, "I didn't know white guys like you existed". There was a glow in his eye and those full luscious lips looked as though they wanted to be kissed again. But as Seth moved in to plant a kiss, Monty turned the knob and was out the door.

Closing the door, Seth leaned there up against it, his mind a swirl with a host of conflicting thoughts. A few minutes later, the sound of his cell phone in the kitchen brought his mind back. He quickly moved down the hall to answer it, knowing it was for sure it was someone from the airline about to scrub his second day off.

To his surprise the number read "LaMonte Daniels". Instantly Seth began to tremble.

"Hey..what's up?" he was finally able to chock out.

"Hey, yourself, big daddy." playfully returned Monty, "you wanna see your boy again later today?"