LoVe GRoOvE Chapter One By Mychael Martell
The black limousine pulled up in front of the large and very elegant Bel-Air mansion. The driver, a hulking black man wearing dark glasses got out and opened the rear door. The passenger, a very handsome black man stepped out. He wore an original Hugo Boss suit which fit his well made body perfectly. He sported a bald fade hair cut and a neat, trimmed goatee. He wore a gold watch and a gold ring on his right ring finger. He was Jerome Browne, CEO of Dark Chocolate Records and a pretty good singer in his own right. He was twenty-seven years old, very wealthy and very much single, though he dated often. Though he had been linked with some of the most beautiful women in the music industry. He's real desire was kept on the down low.
"Will there be anything else?" The driver asked.
Jerome turned to him, "No Tee. I'll call you on the cell phone when I'm ready to jet."
The driver nodded and returned to the car.
Jerome stared at the large house. This was the life to have. This house was three time the size of his own--a Beverly Hills mansion, which sat on ten acres of land. This was a huge mansion estate that sat on close to thirty acres of land. But the man who owned this and many other houses could afford it. One day he'd have the kind of wealth and power that Lawrence Avery Duke had.
Jerome walked to the door and was greeted by a young looking Hispanic man, who announced his presence. Immediately Jerome was greeted by a tall, large black man with a head full of wavy, silver hair. A silver mustache and beard. He wore a white tuxedo, carried a silver tipped cane and oozed an aura of great power and wealth. This was Lawrence Avery Duke. Multi-millionaire movie and now music mogul. He was one of the wealthiest black men in America.
"Welcome Jerome," Lawrence said giving Jerome a hug. "Welcome to my home. I'm glad you could come."
"Thanks for inviting me." Jerome answered. "How could I turn it down." Jerome looked around. It seemed like the who's who of black entertainment, sports and business had gathered here. Jerome was impressed as he saw such stars as Eddie Murphy, Whoopie Goldberg, Samuel L. Jackson as well as music industry powerhouses like Sean "Puffy" Combs, Quincy Jones, and Stevie Wonder.
"You must have every black star in Hollywood here."
"And New York." Lawrence added with a smile. "Would you like a drink?"
"Sure." Jerome said.
The two men walked from the front door through the mansion towards the pool, where an outdoor bar had been set up. There were more people milling about poolside. drinking, eating and talking. some were swimming, while others walked around the estate grounds. They arrived at the bar and ordered drinks. Lawrence had another Crown Royal and Cranberry while Jerome ordered a Hennessey XO on the rocks.
"Jerome." Lawrence began. "I'm glad you came. I have admired what you've done with Dark Chocolate. By the way. Congratulations on your artist of the year nomination at the Music Awards."
Jerome couldn't help but smile. He had been nominated for artist of the year. His album called "Love Groove" had done great. It was his first full album in three years. He had taken time off to get Dark Chocolate up and running and now that he had, he had returned to his first love, singing.
"Thanks Lawrence."
"Of course I'm pulling for my boy Khalil but I'm glad you're back in the mix." Lawrence said. Khalil was one of the powerhouse singers from Colossus Records, Lawrence Duke's mega powerful record company. Khalil had the soulful, sensual voice of Teddy Pendergrass mixed with the sexual appeal of Brian McKnight. He was a big draw world wide. His videos were hits as were his records. He had been graced with a fine body which he showed off on every one of his videos and every time he performed. He was just too hot.
"Khalil is hot. You should be proud." Jerome said.
"Did someone call my name?"
Jerome turned around, startled. There standing behind him was Khalil. Khalil was six foot two inches tall. He had a rich pecan tan complexion and hazel eyes. Jerome guessed they were contacts but he wasn't sure. His hair was in long, shoulder length braids that appeared to be more real than weave. He looked to be around two hundred solid pounds. He had the looks of a model and actually reminded Jerome of the darker brother of Milli Vanilli. Taller, and heavier. Jerome could feel his cock stir as he looked at him. Khalil wore about as much as he did when he performed, which wasn't much. A pair of tight vinyl pants that hugged his muscled thighs and showed off his package. Leather boots and a silver mesh shirt that hugged his powerful chest and exposed his sexy, hair spattered chest and large nipples. This brother looked hotter in person and Jerome wanted him--badly.
"Khalil," Lawrence beamed and embraced him. It was the embrace between two people who were more than just friends or business associates. They were lovers. Jerome's heart sank.
"Khalil. This is Jerome Browne. The man behind Dark Chocolate Records and your competition for artist of the year."
Khalil looked at Jerome and their eyes locked. He extended his hand and smiled. "Hello Jerome. Good luck."
When Jerome shook Khalil's hand there was an electric charge that burned his hand. He looked into those twinkling eyes and felt a warmth go through him.
"Thank you. Good luck to you."
Someone called Lawrence's name and he excused himself leaving Khalil and Jerome alone. The two men ordered more drinks and talked more. They had a lot in common. A great deal in common. Before long they were engaged in deep conversation which continued until the party winded down to the a small gathering. The two men were walking through the garden when they stopped to have a seat amongst the citrus trees. Khalil leaned closer to Jerome and before long they were locked in a passionate kiss. A long, passionate kiss that wasn't frantic or hurried. Khalil wrapped his arms around Jerome and pulled him closer. Jerome smoothed Khalil's braids back from his face and caressed his back. Khalil leaned closer and began nibbling Jerome's neck.
With a groan, Jerome began removing the mesh shirt that was barely covering Khalil's chest. They soon tumbled off the bench they were sitting on and onto the soft, green grass. The tumbled around together, pulling at each other clothes. Khalil felt Jerome unzipping his pants and he helped him push them off. Jerome returned the favor until they were both naked in the garden.
Jerome knelt over Khalil and pushed his legs up into the air. He slithered up between Khalil's thighs and, using some of his own precum to lubricate the head, aimed his cock at Khalil's tight asshole. Khalil grunted when he felt the head slide in. The pain was intense, burning. He'd never anticipated a feeling like this. His mouth opened and he gasped Jerome's name. Jerome ignored him. He pushed more of his cock inside, and Khalil forced himself to try to relax, to allow his anal opening to expand. It worked, to a certain extent, and Khalil grew more and more excited. Jerome was less than gentle, but Khalil was too turned on to protest. His cock stiffened when Jerome put his hand on it. Holding Khalil's cock in his right hand, Jerome leaned his weight on his left arm and pushed his cock deeper into Khalil. Jerome let go of Khalil's cock and begun plunging into Khalil with all his might.
"Pull on it," he growled in Khalil's ear. Khalil began stroking his cock.
"Harder." Khalil pulled and felt the tension building in his groin. Jerome's arms were on either side of him, his body pinning Khalil's body to the ground. Khalil's legs were wrapped around Jerome's waist. His hand moved faster on his cock. Jerome reached his hands down under Khalil and used them to spread Khalil's ass cheeks further apart. Khalil cried out as the entire length of Jerome's shaft slid home. Both men felt their pulses racing. Khalil clung to Jerome, matching him thrust for thrust. He had let go of his penis to throw his arms around Jerome, and he used his hips to facilitate Jerome's strokes deep into his ass. Jerome groaned. He felt like his balls were going to split if he didn't cum soon. He pounded away at Khalil's ass, his thrusts brutal and penetrating. His hands were clenched into fists under Khalil's ribs as he furiously fucked him. Their rhythm was like that of two animals, indeed they made sounds more like animals than persons. Khalil's gasps and sighs mingled with Jerome's grunts and groans. Jerome felt a warmth spreading on his belly and looked down without breaking his stride. Khalil's cock had spit up all over himself and Jerome. Seeing this, Jerome felt his own cock respond. His cum shot deep into Khalil in waves and jolts, making his body jerk. Khalil fell back with a sigh, Jerome's body collapsed on top of him. His fingers gently caressed Jerome's back. He delighted in the feel of sweat slick under his fingers. Jerome's breathing gradually slowed. With a slight grown, he slid off Khalil's body and they lay beside each other. They laid there for several minutes before they dressed and headed back towards the mansion. The party had all but ended. Jerome and Khalil shared another kiss before Jerome called for his limousine.
In the near-darkness of the master bedroom suite, Lawrence watched as Jerome's limousine pulled away with it's passenger. The bedroom door opened and Khalil walked in.
"Do you love me?" Lawrence asked. Khalil stood behind Lawrence and held him.
"Yes,"
"Remember that as you help me with my plan." Lawrence said as his hand reached behind him to grip Khalil's cock. He rubbed the cock until it sprang to life. It was rock hard and as Khalil moaned, Lawrence squeezed so hard that he yelped and doubled over in pain. "Also remember that I control you, everything you are you owe to me. I made you. I can break you. Never forget that."
Lawrence released Khalil's cock and the younger man crumpled to the floor. Lawrence turned and looked down at him. He unzipped his pants and removed his 9 inch cock.
"While you're down there...suck on this." Khalil crawled over and began to suck on Lawrence's huge cock. While Khalil's mouth went to work, Lawrence thought about his plan for Jerome Browne. A plan of revenge and afterwards he would takeover Dark Chocolate Records. Jerome Browne was going to pay for what he had done and Lawrence would enjoy every single second of his plan coming together. Lawrence smiled as he exploded his hot cum in Khalil's mouth.
The author can be reached here MychaelMartell@aol.com