Just Us

When a chocolate is in lust and all a vanilla can do is trust, the urge to merge is inevitable.

Kenny dashed toward the elevator just as the doors slid to a close. However, his fast reflexes paid off as he extended his hand, and tapped the rubber safety bumper to force the doors to bounce back open. He sighed thankfully. He was already 5-minutes late for the office meeting and had been warned there were penalties for lack of tardiness. As an intern on the sales strategic team, the supervisor always stressed for the group to work, as a team, and part of that teamwork was being on time for the meetings. He caught his reflection in the stainless-steel elevator panel just as he pushed the button. His dark brown pixey cut hair teased up and hung over and down at the top of his forehead, contrasting well with his light olive skin. The tight white shirt with the top button opened beneath his loose blue necktie, dark blue pants, and black shoes gave him the look of a conscientious student. That always worked well to garner respect and recognition from professors to his current bosses.

Just as the doors slid shut once more, a large dark hand appeared between them and once again the doors slid back open and in walked a black, well above average height, smooth walnut brown skin, a ruggedly handsome face and a powerful physique.

The sight of the tall, well-built man intimidated Kenny as he forced a weak, nervous smile as he said.

“Good morning.”

“I hope it is for you because it’s not gonna be for me.” The man replied.

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, so am I.; man I cannot believe I’m late again.”

“Wait are you late for the Rutledge Staff meeting?”

“Yeah,” the man replied.

“Wow, so am I. I guess ole Smokey’s going have both our asses.”

“I know he’s gonna have mind, but he’ll probably give you a pass.”

“Why do you think that?” Kenny asked curiously.

“Isn’t it obvious, you have a discount card, by way of your complexion connection.”

“Oh, so you believe that because I’m white and you’re black, I have an advantage over you?”

“It’s not a belief bro, it’s a fact.” The man fired back.

“I don’t believe that. Of course, you know that kind of thinking isn’t productive for you, right?”

“Hah, you must be on meth to say some shit like that.”

“What’s the matter with positive thinking,” Kenny challenged.

“There’s nothing wrong with positive thinking, but you can’t blind yourself to the realities of this world.”

“Well, I don’t subscribe to that line of thinking. You think negative and that’s exactly what you get back.”

“Ha, hah, you must be one of those pampered white boys up there in Lenox Estates. Up there you can afford to hold on to bullshit like that. In Darktown, where I’m from. It’s about learning to handle double standards, tricks, and misdirected bullshit promoted probably by people like your parents to hold people like me down.”

“Okay, let’s not get personal. If that’s your assessment of the situation, who am I to argue.” Kenny concluded.

“There’s nothing for you to argue, not until you’ve experienced where I’m from.”

“The same can be said for you in regard to my life as well.”

“Oh really,” the man moved closer to Kenny as if to display his superior physicality as he spoke.

“I may not have come from where you’ve come from, but unlike you, I got to get a firsthand glimpse at your lifestyle. My dad used to run a delivery service and as a kid, he’d often took me on jobs, and I got a chance to observe how you guys live in your white privilege paradise.”

“You don’t know me, and can you please step back please?”

“What’s the matter white boy, are you afraid I might rub off on you?”

“No, it’s not that at all and does everything with you always come down to race?”

“I didn’t set this table white boy; your forefathers handled that shit and you’re standing here to inherit the kingdom.”

Despite his willingness to challenge the much stronger man, Kenny felt his heart race as the man towered over him. There was something about this man that made him feel meek, humble, and inferior, yet he summoned his courage as he fired back.

“You talk about double standards, what if I called you black boy. I bet you wouldn’t like that would you?”

“Well, after being called N***er for hundreds of years, what difference would it make. Of course, I’d probably have to restrain myself from glory stumpin your ass, but that’s part of my reality.”

The man snapped as he stepped away at the sound of the notification bell to announced they reached their floor.

Kenny nervously adjusted his tie as he felt a sense of shame and he acknowledge to himself that perhaps this man had a point.

“I’d sure love to see how you’d react if you had to live just a few days in Darktown. What you need is a life changing experience to break you out of that comma you’re living in.”

“I could say the same for…”

Kenny’s mouth hung open as he saw a trail of blood that stopped before the elevator doors and then across the lobby fatih escort and splattered about the wall above the receptionist desk.

“Damn, what the…” The man shouted. “This doesn’t look good. We need to get out of here and fast.”

“No, wait that’s Mrs. Meriweather, oh my god…do you see her, she’s lying beside the desk?”

“Yeah, I see her and it looks like she’s gone.”

“Oh no, no, what the hell happened here. We have to help her.”

“Now, I know you’re on drugs. She’s dead dude, and I got a feeling whomever shot her is still around. Let’s go dude.”

“No, please hold the elevator please?” Kenny shouted as he dashed beyond the doors and over to the body of the blood covered woman on the cold marble floor.

After he examined her lifeless body, Kenny moaned. “Oh god, she’s dead.”

“We could see that much from here, now let’s go. I’m about to let these doors close.” The man warned.

“I can’t believe this, why would anyone…”

“Hey…hey you get your ass over here, now!” a voice shouted.

Kenny stood up and spun quicky to see the man who wore a wool mask and with a rifle in his hand on a few yards away.

“Oh shit!”

“Hey man, I’m closing the doors!” The man in the elevator shouted

Kenny dashed toward the door just as the sound of gunfire filled the air and the reception desk splattered under a spray of bullets.

Keeny reached the elevator doors, the man snatched his hand, and yanked him inside just as the doors slid shut and the gunmen opened fire.

The sound of bullets splattered against the doors as the elevator went back down to the lobby.

“Oh shit, oh…oh shit. Suppose they’re in the lobby; what are we going to do?” Kenny asked the stranger as he fought the panic within himself.

“Keep your head and staying sharp is a good place to start.”

“They kill Mrs. Meriweather, and he tried to kill me. Suppose he’s not alone; what if there’s more of them in the lobby waiting for us. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my…”

“Hey, snap out of it, get a grip mister positive thinker. The man questioned as he snatched Kenny by his necktie and pulled him close.

“Listen up, whatever or whomever is on the other side of the doors, is not as important as your how you face it. You can either use your head or lose it. If you’re smart, and sharp, maybe an opportunity might present itself. Now that’s what I call positive thinking.”

The doors seemed to take an hour as they slowly slid open, and the vacant ground floor lobby came into view.

The black man’s hand gripped and held Kenny in place as he leaned beyond the elevator doors to glance about the area.

“It looks like there’s no sign of any gun nuts down here. Come on, let’s go to the rear door.”

Kenny heard the request and wanted to comply but the fear that gripped his mind and heart also paralyzed his legs.

“Come on man, let’s go, or I’ll leave you here.”

Kenny and the stranger slowly crept along the wall as they scanned about and listened carefully for any sound that might alert them to danger. He stood a few feet away as he watched the strongly built black man as he extended his hand toward the rear exit door handle, then suddenly the sound of bullets shattered the glass.

“Damn,” he shouted as he raced back against the wall and Kenny.

“Who was it?”

“I’m not sure, but we can’t leave out that way, come on. Let’s take the stairs.”

“Hey, you two, don’t move!” a man shouted from behind a black wool mask as he raised his weapon.

Kenny and his new companion managed to dart into the stairwell just as more shots sprayed along the stairwell door.

With the gunman or gunmen in hot pursuit, Kenny raced up the stairs to keep up with the man who led the way. Once they reached the rooftop, the man studied the area until his eyes landed another rooftop nearly twenty feet below them.

“I think this might be our only way out, unless you know how to fly.”

“Wait, that’s a long fall, we could break our legs or worse.”

“Nah, worse is what we’re trying to get away from.”

“We can’t make, I know we can’t!”

“Damn, you sure are negative for a positive thinker, the man chuckled, then announced.

“Hold together man, this is our only chance. I’m gonna jump are you with me or what?”

“I can’t, it’s too far to fall.”

The sound of the metal rooftop door creaked open and a gunmen stepped out on to the roof.

“No more time for arguing, let’s go.” The man snapped as he wrapped his arm around Kenny’s waist as he jumped from the ledge of the roof.

The couple braced themselves for impact on the roof below, but the rooftop was not strong as it appeared and their combined impact made it easily cave and sent them down to the next floor below as heavy debris showered down on them both.

Kenny managed to recover first and quickly attempted revive his new companion who lay unconscious only a few feet away

“Hey, hey come on, get up. We need to go…hey, wake up…wake up!” Kenny shouted but the man çapa escort remained motionless.

For a moment, Kenny’s instincts kicked in as he turned to leave and then suddenly turned back around as he found his conscious would not allow him to leave the man who practically saved his life to lay alone and injured.

He spotted a mop and a bucket nearby. He dismissed the fact that the water didn’t look clean but it did serve a purpose. He raced over, lifted the bucket, carried it over and dumped it into the face of the stranger.

“What the fu…oh shit, what’s…never mind, why’d you dump water on me?”

“You passed out, I was just trying to…”

“Drown me in dirty water. Damn dude, couldn’t you at least…” The man paused and tilted his head to listen carefully.

“Somebody’s on the roof. It’s probably them. We need to go.”

“Go where?”

“Anywhere, but here.” The man stated as Kenny helped him to his feet, and they dashed away.

As they raced down the dimly lit corridor, Kenny gained strength once his coworker took his hand and led the way.

The man stopped in front of a set dual doors then announced.

“This is the conference room.”

He reached out, took hold of the knob and opened the door.

“Come on, we can hide out here for a bit.”

“But suppose they find us?” Kenny asked nervously.

“That’s a possibility wherever we go.”

Before Kenny could respond, the man once again, grabbed his necktie, yanked him into the room, then closed and locked the door behind them.

“You don’t have to jerk me around like that.” Kenny whined as he strolled over to the front window and gazed down at the army of police officers now at the scene.

“In times like this, you need a man who’s willing to step up, and looks like yours is coming up short”

Kenny ignored the barb, and instead asked.

“Do you think they caught them yet?”

“It’s hard to say, we don’t know how many are involved and be…” The man paused as he listened carefully.

He dashed over to an inner officer door which read lounge area, then waved Kenny over to him.

The confident black man ushered Kenny inside the lounge room, then closed and locked the door behind them. He listened carefully as he heard sounds in the outer room.

“Do you think…”

The man’s large, dark chocolate hand covered Kenny’s mouth as he continued to listen. After a moment he turned to his companion and announced.

“I think they’re tracking us. Follow me.”

The man led Kenny deeper into the lounge area and discovered it was under construction as benches, desks, tables, and chairs were covered with a clear to black tarp. A blanket of chalky dust covered the section of the room and several large garbage dumpsters sat along the perimeter of the large room.

A sly smile grew on the handsome brown face of the stranger as he plotted his next move, then whispered.

“I have an idea. Take off your clothes, hurry.”

“Huh, excuse me, why…”

The intense black man snatched Kenny’s necktie once more and yanked him closer as repeated his order through clenched teeth.

“We do not have time for a debate, if you want to live you will do as I say, now take off your clothes. The stranger growled as he pushed Kenny away.

“Take off your clothes and dump them in that dumpster at the far end of the room. Let’s go…Chicklet.”

Kenny was insulted and felt humiliated as he walked over to the dumpster and removed his clothes. However, he did receive a bit of redemption as he saw the stranger also remove his clothes and reveal his hard, chiseled, and heavily muscled physique, then his humiliation returned with a vengeance as he saw the humongous, uncut dong that slapped between his muscular thighs.

“Okay, good job, now climb inside the…” The man paused to listen. He heard a sound in the outer room and lowered his voice as he ordered.

“Someone’s here, we need to move fast, get inside the dumpster, quickly.”

Kenny wanted to cry out in protest but the fear of the danger they faced just one room away convinced him to do what he was told. The second he felt the soft the firm Styrofoam, and cardboard boxes about his body, he chuckled at how ridiculous he felt. Before he could turn over on his back, he then felt the hard, warm, thick, heavy body of the man on top of him and suddenly he was trapped.

“What are you do…”

The large dark hand of the man on top of him, covered Kenny’s mouth, then whispered in his ears.

“They’re here, just lay still and no matter what you hear, do not move. I got the lid down, we’re covered up nicely, so they may not see us, but I think it might be a good time to use some of that positive thinking.”

Kenny’s body shook from shock and awe as he felt this hard, black, well-built, well-hung stud on top of his back and the unmistakable warmth and thickness of manliness pressed against his bubble. A slight groan nearly escaped from his lips before the black hunk squeezed him tighter as he whispered.

“Quiet güngören escort Chicklet, they’re close by.” The man announced as he gently bit and licked the Kenny’s ear.

Seconds felt like hours as the couple hidden in the dumpster listened to the voices in the room.

“Looks like they’re remodeling.”

“Are you sure they came this way. If I were them, I would’ve headed for the basement, all the action is on the upper floors.” A second voice challenged the first.

“Maybe you’re right…” after a brief pause, the first voice remarked.

“Hey Ramsey, I don’t think we planned this out. People are dead, we didn’t plan for that and now our team’s been capture we’re the only ones left.”

“We’re the only ones that count, what we have is worth more than any man or thing of value in those offices.”

Kenny could barely comprehend what he heard as all he could focus on was the heavy breath and tongue in his ear, the hard, buffed warm chest against his back and the semi-hard, spear about his booty crack. He wanted to scream as he felt the body as it now grinned gently down against him and there was nothing, he could do to stop it, although his hard penis challenged his resistance.

“But what about our team?” The first voice challenged as the sound of his voice seemed only a foot or two away from the dumpster where the couple hid.

“Yeah, shit went downhill but we have what we came here for. Believe it or not, our plan was to use a cable to cross over to this place as an escape route. Now all we have to do is ditch these clothes. There’s another construction area downstairs. We change into the construction outfits and walk out of here unnoticed.” The second voice announced.

“How come I didn’t know about this?” the first man asked.

The black stranger managed to peek through a small hole near the bottom of the dumpster and saw the two images as they circled about the room. The taller of the two men approached the other. He picked up a thick ball made of Styrofoam as he replied.

“That’s because I didn’t plan for you to make it that far.” With that said, the tall, masked man raised the Styrofoam in front of the other man’s face, placed the barrel of his weapon and fired into the Styrofoam, then watched as the forehead and skull of his partner’s head blew away in a red, spray of mangled gray and bone matter.

Kenny nearly pissed on himself at the sound of the gunshot, however the man above him continued to distract him as he probed his tongue inside his ear and kissed his naked back.

A deadly silence filled the room as only the footsteps of the killer circled about and scanned the room.

Kenny’s body shivered as if on a block of ice and yet he’d never felt so alive. the surreal feeling of being used as a sex toy by another man filled him with lust he could never have accepted in any other situation. He felt the slimy precum smeared about his back by the angry man tool and he fought to suppress the gasped that threatened to escape his lips.

The stranger sighed deeply, then kissed Kenny’s ear as the man exited the room and closed the door behind him.

“He’s gone, Chicklet, but I suggest we stay here for a while, either he’ll be caught or escape, but all that matters to us, is he doesn’t return.

“Oh my god, why did he fire his weapon?”

“It doesn’t matter, in fact, nothing else in this world matters right now except you and I.” The man declared as he continued to grind and press his hard body on the man below him.

Kenny felt his tears as they rolled down his cheeks. He gave in to the sheer, dominance of this man who for some reason claimed him as his woman ‘of the moment’. He felt shame and humiliation, and yet why did it turn him so much, he continuously as himself as now the man took greater advantage as he gripped, squeezed him tighter into his muscular arms and hard body.

“Your body feels so warm, and you look so sexy. Your skin feels so good against mine. Umm, you got my dick crazy hard. I just want to stretch open your ass and make it my pussy.” The moment the alpha loosened his hand over Kenny’s mouth, he snapped.

“What are you doing, why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you’re so sexy, Chicklet. I call all my sissy girlfriends Chicklet, and I want you to be my sissy girlfriend, are you down wit that? Don’t worry, let’s just do us…it’s just you and me…it’s just us.”

“What hell, dude, I’m a guy just like you…and…I don’t even know your name.” Kenny challenged in a hush tone of voice.

“I am Armondo, and you have a sweet ass. I want to bust it open like a grape wit my big black spear.”

“No, I can’t give into this.”

“Please, don’t try to bullshit me. I saw how you looked at my cock after I took off my clothes and…” he paused, reached beneath Kenny and took hold of his hard penis, then squeezed it tightly as he spoke.

“It feels like your small dick is more truthful than you. It knows what it wants. Listen to me Chicklet. I’m not going to hurt you, but you need to be real, not only with me, but with yourself.”

He took Kenny’s hand, pulled it behind him and placed it on his solid member.

“This is what you want, tell the truth, sissy. I know you like to pretend to the world that you’re a real man, but we both know what you really want. The world cannot judge us, not here, not now. Give in to the feeling. Let go and be my bitch.”