Rocco's Diary
By Justin Balancier – jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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7th Entry – Sheldon, Rocco, Dianna and Randolph, at the Plaza in New York City
Rocco walked out of the apartment building and stood on the brownstone steps. A champagne colored Mercedes rounded the corner and stopped in front of him. The driver was a young black man in his early thirties. He got out of the car and introduced himself.
"Mr. Rocco?" – He asked. "I am Sheldon and I drive for Mr. Randolph. I am to bring you to the Plaza."
"Nice to meet you Sheldon. Just call me Rocco. Don't need the Mr.
Sheldon was tall, slender with a good body. He was a handsome black man with a stubble beard, bright lively eyes and spoke with a Jamaican accent. Rocco zeroed in immediately on his luscious bubble butt and he would have fucked him on a dimes notice. He was exactly his type of conquest.
Sheldon was dressed in tailored khaki pants that clung to his body and a white dress shirt open at the neck. His black shoes were highly polished and wore one small gold ear ring. He could pass for a model. Rocco, for a split second, had dirty thoughts. Sheldon was definitely eye candy. But there was no time for stuff like that.
Rocco slid onto the front seat next to Sheldon, so they could chat along the way. He noticed a generous bulge between Sheldon's legs. His own cock began to stir in his Armani suite, but he quickly dismissed the thought of arousal and his dick remained calm.
"So, Sheldon, tell me. How do you like working for Randolph?"
It's okay and a good job. Like most employers Randolph sees me at a worker. He is critical of job performance and judgmental when it comes to appearance. "Buy the most expensive pants, shoes, tie, and shirt you can afford." - He once told me.
"Yes, I got that impression also, especially about one's appearance. He asked me one time, if I had nice clothes to wear. Can you beat that?"
"That sounds like him. Your threads look expensive to me, but what do I know about fashion." "If you work for the rich, - Sheldon continued, the majority of bosses will be miserable. I just do my job and if Randolph is unhappy, that's his problem."
"Strange you say that. I deal with the rich as often as possible too." Said Rocco "I'm sure you do, but not in the same way that I have to." "But that could change." Mumbled Rocco
"I know – I know." You are a whore Mr. Rocco, yes sir, a big ole chi-chi male whore. Still, you are `pretty' in the moonlight." Don't forget, I work for Randolph and I see stuff."
Rocco started to smirk. He had never been called a pretty man' before. Every dirty word in the book perhaps, but pretty' wasn't among them. Let's just say, I work at a position that one doesn't talk about, because clients prefer it that way. My real job is in the Freedom Tower building at the constructions site downtown.
"Sure you do – a-huh, I hear that." Replied Sheldon.
"Well, I do."
"Okay, yes alright, you do". Replied Sheldon, twisting in the driver's seat.
Rocco looked between Sheldon's legs and his cock was growing and bulging in the front of his pants. He put one hand on his lap trying to conceal his crotch weapon, but Rocco had already seen it. It was extremely impressive looking.
"Sheldon my good man. What is that licky-licky thing between your legs?"
"Taint nothing."
"Is too."
"Tis not."
"Please, don't get me fired Rocco. Mr. Randolph will drop me like a pumpkin from a second floor window. I am supposed to drive – not talk to clients - just drive. – that's it, just drive."
"You never said more than two words to me – stop worrying." Said Rocco, Randolph is not here.
"Gotta ask you something. Can I do that?" Asked Sheldon
"Sure"
"Can I see you sometime, when we both are not working?" He asked
"No" replied Rocco.
"Okay, no problem." - "Now, just around the corner and we are in front of the Plaza. I will let you out there."
"I'll make it quick." Said Rocco. "I know you can't park there."
When the car came to a stop, Rocco handed Sheldon a card from the Freedom Tower with his home telephone number with a scribbled note. - "Can I fuck your black ass?"
"Hell, yes man. Anytime. But you said no."
"Rent boys lie, even the pretty ones. Make it tomorrow" He concluded. Rocco stepped out and shut the door to the car.
Sheldon drove away and turned towards Central Park heading uptown.
He was barely out of sight when Rocco walked into the Plaza and was greeted by Randolph' Standing next to Randolph was an attractive sexy young lady about Rocco's age.
"Oh no, thought Rocco. What the hell is Randolph up to now?" The only women Rocco wanted to meet were older women with healthy checkbooks and looking to get fucked. This blond bimbo didn't interest him. Still, Randolph was paying the freight and he had to play the game.
"Okay, you two, I'll make it quick. This is the story," said Randolph, holding each one by the arm.
Rocco, you are my nephew and Dianna is your fiancée. These people are all strangers, so they won't ask you anything personal. If somebody does, just wing it, or walk away. They are all a bunch of snobs anyway.
And with that, the three of them went into the private dining room for cocktails, dinner and ridiculous boring speeches about stuff that Rocco didn't cared about.
"So, do you work for Randolph?" Dianna asked sipping on a martini...
"I accommodate him when he is in need." - "How about you?"
"I do too. I fill in the `gap' between his male hookers" She replied peeking over her cocktail glass.
"The `gap' – what does that mean?"
"C'mon Rock. You're not that stupid. I get fucked so Randolph can watch men screwing me." He gets off seeing guys nailing me to the bed sheets."
"I just wanted to hear you say it. No sweetheart, I am not stupid." Replied Rocco, as he popped an olive into his mouth.
The two of them sat at the table while Randolph mingled talking to his friends. Occasionally someone would stop by and Rocco and Dianna would introduce themselves as soon to be newlyweds. They were both charming as hell and looked at each other lovingly. It was phony but perfectly played.
After the acknowledgements for the museum wing had finally concluded, they left the Plaza.
Rocco understood, the night was far from over. He perceived that Randolph was going to have him fuck Dianna, so he could watch. He knew it – he just knew it.
Sheldon returned with the Mercedes. He drove through Manhattan remaining very quiet and never said a word to anyone.
Rocco sat in the back of the car with Dianna, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the handsome black driver. Every time light flashed through the window, Sheldon's face would light up. Rocco wanted him, and felt sure that Sheldon would contact him the next day.
Sheldon put the car away and said good night to everybody. He brushed past Rocco and slipped a note into his jacket pocket, when no one was looking. Not even Rocco realized what he had just done.
Rocco's heart skipped a faint beat just having Sheldon touch him. It was a weird reaction because he was seldom affected by people this way.
Sheldon left the parking garage and once again was no longer in sight.
Inside, Randolph went into the lounge where the bar was located, and poured some drinks.
Rocco followed and leaned him against the bar and began kissing and groping him from behind. He started squeezing Randolph's butt because he knew it turned him on.
Then he whispered in his ear... "I want to fuck boss. Let me put my hot thrusting cock inside you. Lie on my body and come on my chest. We are perfect together." Then Rocco dropped to his knees and unzipped Randolph's pants. He fished out his cock and sucked it deep inside his mouth.
"This was from another world, as far as Randolph was concerned. Rocco wanted to fuck him, not Dianna. – Randolph was a rich and powerful man but he had needs. Rocco was fulfilling that need exactly the way he wanted it... "Do me Rock – do me." Randolph begged.
"I can't boss, Dianna is here." Rocco replied.
With that, Randolph, pulled himself together and left the room. A few minutes later a cab arrived and Dianna was gone.
"Now, where were we, my Italian stallion?" Randolph asked.
Rocco leaned into Randolph using his entire body. He unzipped his pants and placed Randolph's hand inside his underwear so he could fondled his sweaty balls. Rocco's cock was hard and wet with drops of precum jelly oozing from his enticing piece of meat...
"Want some" said Randolph, showing his sticky finger to Rocco.
"No boss. That's for you. Go ahead and taste it." Rocco replied'
"Randolph licked his fingers clean like a child with a cherry lollypop.
"Do you know what that feels like? Asked Randolph.
"Tell me boss, what does it feel like?"
"More – It feels like I need more."
"I'll do my best. Maybe you would like it on a spoon, so you can slurp it like honey."
"Sure, I'd go for that, but another time. I can't be bothered with any damn spoon right now.
"Okay, got it." Rocco answered. "But I promise you can have more."
"Rocco removed Randolph's clothes, and carried him naked into the bed room. He had done this before and Randolph loved being in a man's arms this way. He had never been serviced by anyone, only Rocco. He loved the attention, but more so loved Rocco's strong arms around him.
Randolph laid his head on Rocco's chest and breathed in deeply, trying to fill his nostrils with the smell of his masculine body.
Rocco laid him on the bed. He began doing a Chippendale strip with male erotic movements. Randolph's eyes followed his every movement. He removed his clothes one item at a time. This was not exactly `Chippendale' but it was good enough.
When Rocco was completely naked he posed for him like the biblical statue of David. He stretched his body, flexed his muscles, and showed his abs. He rubbed his cock across Randolph's lips like a gift from the magi. Rocco bent over and kissed him gently at first and then passionately using his tongue, licked his face, and turned into a wild man.
Rocco was an accomplished hustler with many talents and he knew how to please someone sexually.
Randolph was so enraptured with the attention from him, that he almost fainted from excitement. He moaned, groaned and clung to Rocco's neck like a drowning child.
Rocco fingered his hole and without too much hesitation, and using only spit, he slipped six inches of hard cock into his body. Randolph may have been older, but he was a fantastic fuck. Rocco rode him like a cat in the alley and fucked the hell out of him until Randolph came on his own chest.
He then watched Rocco jerk his own meat with steady rhythm. It wasn't long before sticky nut cream shot on to Randolph's face and cum ran across his lips. Rocco pried open his mouth and pushed some thick white goo inside.
"Take it boss, you know you want it". – take it. Demanded Rocco "This is the `more' that I promised you."
"I do want it all Rock." "How the hell, do you do this to me? I can't resist you. I want everything from you."
"There is a need for both of us. My requirement is to satisfy you. Your want is to need me." Rocco replied.
"Yes, I believe that is correct." Randolph answered.
Randolph swallowed Rocco's nut cream and relaxed with his head on the pillow, smiling at him.
"You taste sweet, not putrid and salty, like others in the past. Now I wished I had that on a spoon. It was so good." He said
Rocco held him in his arms and they cuddled for a while. Lying next to one another, they looked like authentic lovers in bed.
Rocco genuinely liked having sex with Randolph, and they functioned well together, in spite of Randolph being on the bossy side...
About an hour or so later, Rocco told Randolph that he had to be going. It was very late and he needed to catch a train downtown to the village.
"Yes, you better go. You were extraordinary as usual. You made a miserable old man quite happy." Said Randolph.
"You are not that old; you are mature and exciting to be with." "I like being with you and I like being inside you. As for `miserable,' I'm not going there," replied Rocco.
"In other words, you like fucking me."
"In other words – yes, I do. Your hole is like a pussy. I slide in easy and you are a warm juicy fuck. I'm getting hard again just saying this to you."
"Want to go again?"
"I really have to get home."
"Okay, but no train this time. I called a taxi and it is already paid for, said Randolph. I pay the cab company weekly, so they cater to me."
"It was a wonderful evening. – you have an amazing testosterone factory, between those yummy legs." - He stuck an envelope into Rocco's pocket.
A cab stopped in front of the building, and Rocco went to the door to leave. Randolph followed and kissed him on the cheek. Rocco held him for a moment and licked his ear like a puppy. Then he took the envelope out of his pocket and put it back into Randolph's pocket.
"What's this?" – asked Randolph
"No need, boss. I'm happy just satisfying you." "Still, I must admit, your envelope was a god-send covering the rent last time. But, I'm good.
Rocco blew him a kiss and quickly darted outside to the waiting taxi.
Randolph wiped his hand across the ear that Rocco had just licked and closed the door. He sat down on the sofa in the living room, and opened the envelope. The money he gave Rocco was never touched or even looked at. Rocco didn't want it.
"He is an ace of a man," said Randolph talking to himself. "Yes sir, one of the best."
A single chill trickled down his body. He tossed the envelope on the hall table and went to bed.
Like Scarlet, he couldn't think about that now. Tomorrow would be another day.