Jeff had just stepped out his front door when he heard a voice shout
his name.
"Hey, Jeff!" shouted Brock.
Jeff turned and saw the giant of a man heading straight for him. He
swallowed. Brock was 6'4" and on the football and water polo teams.
"Hey, little man, I like your new look," Brock said licking his lips.
"What say, you and me go over to my place, right now," he added
throwing his arm across Jeff's shoulders and guiding him away from his
house and toward Brock's waiting F-150 pick up.
"Well, Brock, maybe later," Jeff said trying to pull free of Brock's
iron grip.
"It wasn't a question," Brock snapped back. He helped Jeff into the
passenger seat and put the shoulder strap on top of Jeff's arms
locking it in place.
Then he got in the cab.
"Listen, Brock..." Jeff started to say.
"No, you listen, Jeffy," Brock said squeezing Jeff's left knee as he
drove the truck with his other hand, "For years, I've been interested
in you, but well, I'm not gay. But now that you're chocolate, well,
it's not gay to suck a chocolate cock or to fuck a giant chocolate
bar. So," he squeezed harder molding the melting chocolate knee into
his hand, and grinning and winking at Jeff.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Jeff shrieked as he stared at the
oncoming big rig truck.
Brock grabbed the wheel with both hands and swerved back into his
lane. Then he started licking Jeff's chocolate off his fingers.
"Mm,mm, you sure taste good. I confess, Jeff, I am a chocoholic."
"Wait. How did you know I was chocolate? You were waiting when I came
out of my house!"
"Right, well, who the fuck do you think sent you a Chronivac? Think
hard, if I hadn't already programmed you with my Chronivac, would you
have turned yourself into chocolate? Would you have come with me in
my truck to my own private chocolate party? Would you be 100% solid
living chocolate right now?"
"I - uh, wait you planned this? Why?"
"Duh, I told you I did."
"But I'm not gay."
"Neither am I."
"Uh, then?"
"I like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot. And now you're my chocolate
lover."
"Uh, okay, but I'm a guy."
"Ah, here we are, you'll feel better after I give you a tongue bath
and blow job."
"You're going to give me a blow job?"
He just grinned and got out of the truck. Then he opened the door and
guided Jeff into his family's lush estate.
"You never been here before have you? My pops invented the Chronivac,
among other things," Brock said leading Jeff through the garden hedge
and round back by the olympic-size pool. It was a hot day and Jeff was
leaving chocolate footprints, as he entered the air conditioned house.