Chocolate & Vanilla

"Chocolate & Vanilla",

A Pornoromance (#1) by Mike! ❤

Jamal had just turned 25, and had thrown himself a birthday party. This was not just any birthday party mind you, he had gotten out of prison after having served 2 years of a longer sentence for armed robbery. He came out with a rep as some kind of gangster, but in reality, he'd been partying with some people, and fallen asleep in the back seat of his friends car, not realizing they were going to stick up a convenience store on their way home.

He woke up when they jumped into the car and took off. The police scooped him up as an accomplice, and he got 10 years in the State Penitentiary. It was a miracle he made it out alive, as at 19 he was fresh meat.

After being raped a number of times, he gave up fighting back, and decided that he liked it, more than a little. Ironically, once he relaxed and just let them do him, they got bored with him and moved on.

Then, one day he'd gone to the showers, and there he saw Steven. He was immediately aroused and infatuated. Steven was 18, white, with longish light brown hair and blue eyes, a slim build, slightly shorter than Jamal, and with a much smaller penis.

Jamal thought, "Now it's my turn to get some!" Steven whirled around when he heard someone come in. He'd gone during the slow period to try and avoid being molested, and he looked at Jamal with the wild eyes of a cornered rat.

He saw Jamals growing erection, and bleated, "Please! Don't hurt me!! I get beaten up every day, and I've been raped three times in two weeks, please mister!"

Jamal wasn't a bad guy, and he wanted this kid to like him, so he said, "Relax man, I'm not gonna hurt you." Steven was shaking, staring first at his huge erect cock, then at Jamal's calm, smiling face. "I just wanna have a little fun is all." He moved closer, and Steven shrunk further into the corner.

Jamal held his gaze, and reached out slowly and stroked Steven's long wet hair. Steven flinched when Jamal touched him. "You're so damn pretty", he murmured. He drew Steven in and planted his mouth on his, and began to explore his mouth as he held the back of Steven's head with one hand, and began stroking his erect cock with the other.

He pressed up against his body, pressing his enormous erection into Steven's leg. "But im not gay!", Steven blurted out. "Well you like something, or why's your dick hard?" "I... I.. Mmph!" Jamal fastened his lips on Steven's mouth again, and kissed him more insistently.

Steven broke the contact, and said, "Look, can I just give you a blowjob?" "Sure!", said Jamal. He let Steven do it his way, just stroked his pretty hair. Steven relaxed, and acted like he enjoyed it. Jamal was impressed he could take so much down his throat so easily.

Jamal shot into Stevens throat, and he fell back and coughed, Jamal's seed dripping from his lips. Jamal reached down with a finger, and scooped the cum into Steven's mouth. Jamal said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Steven smiled, and said, "No it wasn't!" Suddenly Jamal whipped his head around, and said, "Ah, shit! Somebody's coming!" Steven jumped up and they both pulled their clothes on over their wet bodies, and went to Jamal's cell.

Jamal said, "Hey, they let a whole bunch of motherfuckers out last week. They haven't got around to giving me a new cellmate yet. I could ask the warden, and so could you, that you move in here! What do you say?"

Steven said, "Why are you so nice??" Jamal smiled and stroked Stevens' hair, and said softly, "because I like you, pretty white boy."

They went to the Warden together. The Warden was getting ready to retire, and all he wanted was happy non trouble causing inmates. He reasoned that, "if these two want to team up, let 'em. They'll have a better chance in here."

And so began the prison version of paradise. They talked, they stood up for each other, and enjoyed each other. Frequently. Apparently, when Steven wasn't terrified for his life, he made a pretty good boyfriend.

But every moment of stolen bliss in this life is somewhere else paid for with pain. Steven got out, leaving Jamal heartsick. Steven never contacted Jamal again. Jamal was sad about this, to the point of almost taking his own life, but gradually things changed.

Jamal got out, on good behavior and special program status. Got a job through another program, got an apartment and a car, got another better job, and then became an entrepreneur with his own small company. That was 4 long years ago.

"Vintage Kicks" catered to A-Listers and wannabes in the Sneaker collection craze. Jamal at 25, wasn't exactly rich, but he had a new apartment, a new car, and $300,000 in the bank. Not bad for an ex-con.

So this was a birthday party, a housewarming, and a business celebration, all rolled into one. Jamal was quietly pleased with how the whole thing had turned out. He'd had the food catered, had it in his massive, expensive apartment, and invited all his business associates, customers, and acquaintances.

He had no real friends. He had problems trusting people after prison, and after Steven. Frankly, the party was a success, he was a success, but it gave no happiness. After 3 hours, he quietly began wishing that they'd all leave so he could be alone, and then he saw... David! His heart leapt with joy, a feeling now so distant that for a second, he couldn't breathe.

David was just what Jamal needed: a slightly shorter, pale, feminine white boy with blonde hair and blue eyes... just like Steven. He took in David's ivy league suit, his feathered hair, in a style he hadn't seen in a long time, his Italian leather shoes, silk tie, and manicured nails.

He asked around quietly, found out his name, and that he was the plus one of Darcy, a fellow business person who owned a specialty shop and had sent some customers his way when times were still lean. He walked up to say hi to her. "Who's your friend?"

She laughed, and said, "My girlfriend is sick, and i didnt want to come alone. He lives down the hall from me. He's just doing me a favor. Why the interest?", she asked, smirking at Jamal knowingly. "I mean, Dolce and Gabbana? That's a g..." Jamals face suddenly changed.

The smooth, calm, well spoken businessman was suddenly gone. Jamals eyes narrowed into a malignant glare, and he hissed, "Excuse me, Darcy, what did you just say to me??" Darcy suddenly quit breathing for a second.

That story, what was it?, that he was a hit man for the Black Mafia, and had killed 6 men in a bordello armed with a shank, then shot them all in the head just to make it look worse?? This passed through her mind in less than a second, and she babbled, "uh, nothing, just that I like your shirt..."

"And that better be ALL you say, or maybe I'll drop by late some night and pay you and your girlfriend a little visit! That sound nice??" "I've... uh... had too much wine, I think..." Jamal replied in that same ugly hiss, "damn right you have, now get the fuck out my house bitch, before I start thinkin bout all them knives I got in my kitchen!"

Darcy blinked, and blurted out, "but David rode with me, I got to take him home!" "Don't worry about him, I'll see to it he gets home alright." He had turned back into the suave successful businessman. Darcy looked at David, who was oblivious, talking to some girl. "Screw him", she thought, "he's on his own!"

Jamal smiled, "Looks like a nice guy, think I'll go say hi." Jamal adjusted the collar of his brand new raw silk Dolce and Gabbana shirt, and tried to ignore his growing erection as he approached David. "Hi, you're David, right? David looked up, and Jamal smiled his best smile, and stuck his hand out to shake hands.

David hesitated, just for a second. Wasn't Jamal rumored to be some kind of gangster? "What does he want with me?", he wondered. He shook Jamals hand, and immediately noticed the grip was firm, his hand was warm and not unpleasant. Jamal noticed how soft and feminine David's hand was. He held onto it for a bit too long.

Jamal was having trouble focusing on maintaining his charade. "God, he's sooo cute! I can see he got a boner when we shook hands. I bet his nipples and hole are pink! I bet he got a cute little cock..." David said, "Pleasure to meet you!" He smiled his most polite fake smile. His gaze flicked down for a second, then back up.

Jamal thought, "He just checked out my dick! Oh this gonna be easy!" Reluctantly, Jamal let go of David's hand. David's face was a mixture of unease and affected politeness. Jamal said, "Darcy had to leave suddenly. I told her I'd see to it that you got home." "Is she ok?" "She seemed worried, said she had a family emergency. When I take you home we can check on her."

David started to relax. "If you can hang on for a bit, I just have to make sure all my guests make it out ok." "Of course. Take your time, there's no hurry." That was a lie, as David couldn't wait to get out of there. Marooned, without Darcy, and now this guy was driving him home. Just great.

David's unease wasn't clear to him, but Jamal understood perfectly. He was dark, David isnt used to blacks, he heard one of those crazy stories no doubt, like he shot up a bank with a machine gun, and walked out with a bag full of money, stepping over the bloody bodies of his victims.

Jamal laughed inwardly. He had started that rumor personally. He signalled the bar to close. The hired bartender immediately put the booze away, and closed up. She had been paid for the whole night, and suddenly the host was letting her go early!

He signalled the DJ to cut the music, and took the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for attending my party! It was great to see you all, I hope you all had a good time, and please drive safely!" The guests began to disburse.

David sat on the couch, trying to be patient. Jamal coolly ignored him while he shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with his guests as they left. Finally, Jamal turned and said, "Sorry about the wait, just give me a minute to catch my breath, ok?" "Sure, not a problem."

Jamal plopped on the couch next to David. "What a party huh?" "Yeah, it went well I think. You smoke the chronic David?" "Um, you mean like pot? Not since high school" he laughed. "Well, I got this from a friend, figured I'd break it out before we left."

Jamal had in fact bought some Thai Stick, very potent marijuana, laced with opium. He pulled out a glass bong from a small cabinet under the coffee table. David's eyes lit up. He watched, fascinated as Jamal filled the bong with Peppermint Schnapps. He packed the bowl carefully and got a lighter out of his pocket.

Jamal asked David politely if he'd like the first toke. David said, "No, you go ahead." Jamal lit the bowl and took a toke, making sure he inhaled just a little. He passed it to David, who said, "No thanks, I'd better not." "David, this shit cost me $200, and it's no fun smoking by yourself. Now don't be rude! When will you have this opportunity again?"

David smiled, "When you put it that way, I really do want to try it." "That peppermint taste makes it so much better. Take a good, deep hit." "Are you going to be ok to drive?" "Sure, I do this shit all the time!" David took a big hit. He passed it back to Jamal, who again took a toke but inhaled only a little.

He passed it to David, who hadn't felt the first one yet, and took a big hit. "Wow, that's so smooth", he laughed giddily. Jamal could see it starting to affect him. "One more good hit ought to do it", he thought. David slowly reached out and took the bong. His eyes were clearly glassy and unfocused. He took the last hit, a looong one, and put it back on the table.

"Dammmn Jamal, what is this stuff?? Whooo! i dont think I've ever been this stoned in my whole life!" "I didn't think it was gonna hit this heavy, haha. I'm gonna have to sit down for a bit. You got anyplace you gotta be?" "No, I'm off work tomorrow."

"You think Darcy is ok?" "Well we'll check on her when we finally get over there." "Probably her girlfriend needed some tampons, hahahaha... man, I'm baked... you know, Jamal, I was kinda scared of you, but you turned out to be a good guy!"

"What were you scared of?" "Well, I heard all these stories about how you were some kinda gangster or something!" "Yeah, that's all out of proportion. Not that I don't mind being thought of as a killer, and I heard last week that I was the Crime Lord of the Black Mafia!" They both laughed hysterically. Jamal thought, "how much of this shit did I inhale?? Well I'm having a good time, he's fun when he loosens up..."

David was splayed out in the corner of the couch, his tie gone, his jacket off, his shirt unbuttoned by 3 buttons. He smiled languidly, and said softly, "In fact I think you're hot Jamal... damn, damn hot..." Jamal jolted inside, "wait, what??" He was dumbfounded!

Jamal thought, "This kid is trying to seduce me! And i was trying to seduce him!" He let out a huge laugh. "Awww, you're not laughing at me are you?" "No baby, it's just funny, I was trying to get with you, but you beat me to it!" Again, both laughed uproariously. "Jamal, youre a very sexy man, and i want you to fuck me!"

With that, he pulled his shirt open, and Jamal with a groan thought, "They ARE pink!" They stood up, and David was stripped in a few seconds. Jamal suddenly felt old, as he struggled out of his clothes.

David advanced on Jamal, and suddenly Jamal was anxious, but it only made him more excited. "Mmmmmmm, you're gonna be my first black man! I've been dreaming about this for years!" He backed the bigger man against the wall, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled Jamal down and planted his mouth on Jamal's.

He pressed against him and Jamal could feel David's cock leaking precum like crazy, pressed into his leg. David's soft, feminine hand rubbed Jamal's aching, engorged erection. Jamal kissed back, moaning. Their tongues did that wonderful mating dance that tongues do, when exploring another mouth.

Jamals hand slid down between David's cheeks and his fingertip slid easily into David's pink rosebud. David arched his back and his boypussy swallowed more of Jamal's finger. David slid down to his knees, and took Jamal's cock in both hands, looking it over, almost gloating over his prize.

He began licking up and down the shaft, then sucking noisily down farther and farther until he had Jamal's entire cock in his throat. Jamal was leaning against the wall, his hands on David's blonde head, and a dreamy smile on his face. He couldn't believe how happy he was at that moment.

After about 5 minutes, David stood up, grabbed Jamal by the cock, and said, "That's enough for now Daddy, time to breed me!" He began leading Jamal along by his cock, with Jamal laughing the whole way, David smiling back at him. He let go, to spread his cheeks and joke, "you know you want this, come on!" Jamal sighed, "It's pink, I just knew it!"

They got to the bedroom, and Jamal took over. He kissed his way down David's creamy white skin and sucked and bit those pink nipples for a while, while David held his head and squirmed and moaned underneath him. He kissed his way down to his cute little cock and balls, pulled and devoured them like candy!

"Oh, Daddy, you're gonna make me cum too fast! I want your tongue in my pussy!" Jamal flipped him over, and started kneading and biting his cute creamy asscheeks. He spread them open, and just stared. This boy had the prettiest pink boypussy he'd ever seen! He began kissing, and slurping, and swirling, and teasing, and penetrating David, as he lay there, a whimpering puddle of precum.

"Oh Daddy, I can't take anymore!" "What do you say?" "Fuck me!" "What's the magic word??" "PLEASE!! PLEASE, FUCK ME DADDY!" Jamal complied, and carefully, slowly, he pushed his cock into David's juicy ass, already open to the size of a dime.

Every inch or so, he'd feel David clench up, and he would stop for a moment so he could relax. "It's so big Jamal!", he gasped, eyes wide. Eventually, he got in up to the balls. He started moving nice and slow. Eventually David said, "Can we change positions? I'm ready to ride!"

Jamal was sitting on the side of the bed, and David was sitting on his lap facing him. Jamal had his cheeks in his hands, and David's arms were wrapped around Jamal's neck, and as he rode Jamal, allll the way up, and alllll the way down, his eyes were closed, and he was kissing Jamal, over and over. Jamal felt David tense up, and cum against his stomach.

"Oooooh, Daddy, you're sooo gooood!" David moaned. Jamal was close, so he scooped David up, and put him on his back. "Oh that's it Daddy, I feel like a girl like this!" In 5 hard deep strokes, Jamal shot into David, his smooth creamy legs wrapped around Jamal's dark chocolate back.

David locked his bright blue eyes on Jamal's, and said, "Daddy, if I move in here, can we do this every day?" "Oh hell yes baby! Every day, and every way you want, forever!" "There's just one thing I have to tell you first", Jamal tensed. "This is where the anvil falls and ruins everything", he thought.

"I um, I like to crossdress. Is that gonna be a problem?" Jamal blinked, and suddenly imagined this sweet, feminine boy, dressed up like a girl, lipstick, painted nails, stockings, perfume, heels, a nice cocktail dress. He imagined them out dancing, dinner, etc., all in the blink of an eye. "Damn, that sounds great!" David's face relaxed and he smiled. "I love you, Jamal!", David whispered. Jamal's arms tightened on David, and he whispered, "I love you too David".

And that, gentle readers, is the end. ❤