Rocco's Diary
By Justin Balancier –
8th Entry – Rocco and Eddie – Sheldon - Coney Island, New York
The days seemed to drop off the calendar, all seven of them. The week flew by in a zoom and Rocco had not heard from anyone. Everything seemed to come to a halt.
Rocco was not one to fret about people. Typically he seldom had feelings for anyone who came and went in his life. Jeremy was the exception. He was not in love with Jeremy, but he loved him as family and his best friend. They were true mates and they even reveled in sex with one another.
The evening Rocco returned home from Randolph's apartment, he found the note, in his jacket pocket that Sheldon slipped him. It simply read, "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice."
The thought played over and over in his head and he pictured Sheldon constantly. Sheldon never called him and he was at a loss to locate him. Asking Randolph was not an option and it may cost him his job. Rocco would never do such a thing.
On Saturday morning, Rocco went to Washington Square Park, to play checkers with an older acquaintance. Mostly seniors sat around and played checkers in the park. They didn't know Rocco as a sex slut, only as a regular guy. Perhaps it was the friendship from the checker players that made Rock forget about masturbating and trolling for cock.
"A-hah," shouted Eddie. "I beat your wop ass again." As he cleared the checker board, and restacked the chips.
"Yup, old timer, you sure did."
"Hey, I ain't so old, that I can't beat you at this game." Eddie replied.
Eddie was a senior, who lived in public housing and didn't have much money. He was a brash dude with spunk and a witty outlook on life. He liked Rocco and treated him like a grandson. He would tell Rocco often, not to marry the first hot pussy that comes along. "You are young – play the field and take your time – you will know it, when you see It." He would say.
Rocco never let on that he always `played the field' and his field was different. Most of his sexual conquest were men. Eddie never suspected that, but it is doubtful that it would have made a difference in their friendship.
"You know what I want to do before I die," said Eddie.
"No, tell me."
"I want to go to Coney Island and eat one of those groovy hot dogs on a roll."
"Let's do it, I will take you to Coney" Said Rocco.
"Sure...maybe we can do that sometime. It would be nice." Replied Eddie looking starry-eyed into space.
It was almost noon and Rocco was scheduled for a 1:00 pm meeting at the Freedom Tower to discuss the next work project with his boss and the construction crew.
"I'm hitting the road. - got to run." Said Rocco. "I have `things' to do today."
"Hit the road, asshole," said Eddie laughing while setting up the board for another game of checkers. "Go get some pussy."
Before leaving, Rocco tapped him on the shoulder. He tossed Eddie a couple of twenties and told him to have lunch on him.
"You're a prince" said Eddie. "A fuckin Jersey prince."
Eddie's hand trembled slightly, as he clutched the money. There was moisture in his eyes but it was barely noticeable. However, Rocco noticed - and it made him feel good.
The week sailed by quickly and Rocco was anxious for Saturday to come. He planned on surprising Eddie and rescue him from the checker games in the park. They were going to Coney Island.
Half way through the week, Rocco was requested to accommodate a wealthy client. She was the CEO of a silver commodity exchange. Her name was Sylvia. He had been to her Park Avenue penthouse once before and fucked her on the living room floor. She was old enough to be his mother and a bit on the heavy side with no personality. Sylvia, a loudmouth Jewish woman, was truly a controlling bitch.
Rocco came from a family of loudmouth Italian women, but Sylvia had them beat by a mile. She flaunted her ability to pay top dollar for great sex, and the pay was excellent. She prized having Rocco naked and used him for her sex toy. Rocco never minded jumping through hoops to satisfy her. She got exactly what she wanted– great sex. And Rocco got paid very well for putting up with her.
This time however, was different. He turned her down. He didn't need the money and he liked getting a regular paycheck at the end of the week. Truth be known, Rocco disliked being on call for strangers. He had become tired of it all and had to admit it. He thought of Randolph, only when he thought about Sheldon – and that was often.
In the evening Jeremy, his roommate, would crawl into bed with him and they would play for hours. They both were sexaholics and always had been. Rocco lacked for nothing, and was getting great sex from Jeremy. Still, he thought about Sheldon and remembered the ride to the Plaza. The more he day dreamed, with Sheldon on his mind, the harder his cock became and juice stuck to his underwear.
Something was wrong with this picture, but Rocco didn't know what to do about it. He realized that silence was the safest outcome for Sheldon's job with Randolph. So he didn't pursue looking for him.
Saturday morning came around again and Rocco returned to the park to see Eddie. He was hoping he would go to Coney Island with him.
The park was not crowded and there were only a couple of faces that Rocco recognized. He didn't see Eddie and his usual spot was vacant.
"Hey dude, hold up – hold up," said Rocco to one of the regulars who frequented the park.
"You see Eddie today?" he cried out.
"You're Rocco, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"Eddie died two days ago. The city took him away in an ambulance. I think it was his heart"
"No, – I didn't hear about that." Rocco answered in a weak voice.
Rocco didn't say another word but turned and walked to W. Fourth Street subway stop. He took the A train at 42nd street and headed for Port of Authority bus terminal. There he hopped onto the N train and headed for Coney Island.
The train jolted and made one stop after another. Rocco sat just inside the sliding glass doors and watched people coming and going. Directly across, a college student sat staring at him. He could see the young man checking him out.
Rocco leaned back, opened his legs and rested like a cowboy on a horse. Rocco's crotch showed a bulge in his jeans and he looked hot. Then Rocco winked at him.
If that wasn't an invitation to the dance, nothing was. Faster than a speeding bullet, Rocco had company. The young man left his seat and plunked himself down next to him
"My name is Brian."
"That's nice – hello Brian." Replied Rocco.
... "And you are?" Brian asked
"Going to Coney Island. – The name's Rocco."
"OMG Are you a prize fighter with a name like Rocco?"
"Only when I have to be." Rocco answered
"Be serious." Brian commented – "are you married" he asked
"Every time I go to bed."
"C'mon, be serious."
"I am being serious. "I fuck around a lot."
"I get off at the next stop. Want to get off there for a little while?" He asked, assuming that Rocco was an easy mark.
"No"
"Can I blow you, and take care of that thing for you? I don't live too far from here." Brian said.
"No"
"Why not?"
"I am going to Coney Island to meet my boyfriend, and screw around."
"What a lucky bastard."
The train stopped and Brian got off. Rocco sat back up and closed his legs. That brainless silly party was over.
"Like, I would go anyplace with that twit?" Rocco thought to himself.
Coney Island is a good way to escape the city heat and the beach gets crowded. Rocco strolled along the boardwalk past the carnival games and concessions. Ironically, Nathans Hot Dogs are a traditional favorite. Rocco ordered 2 franks topped with chili, which is the way Eddie would have done it. In his mind Eddie was with him.
Although, Rocco only wanted 1 hot dog, he ate both of them. When he picked up the second frankfurter, he paused for a moment. – "This one's for you." he said to himself. And woofed it down enjoying the sentiment more than the flavor. It was silly, yes, but it made Rocco feel good. So maybe it wasn't silly after all.
There aren't many shady escapes at Coney, when the weather is sun driven. Rocco was becoming bored and tired. He thought about going to the aquarium, but quickly dismissed that idea. The beach looked inviting, but that wasn't a good idea either.
There were children standing in line for ice cream. Rocco joined them and ordered a double chocolate – vanilla twist. Licking his ice cream, he sat down in the shade, and looked out over the Atlantic.
From behind, somebody's hand touched his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Are you giving your tongue a sleigh ride?"
Rocco was startled, and almost dropped the ice cream. He recognized the accent and his heart began fluttering. It was Sheldon.
"Rocco, my mate– how have you been? NO. I mean, where have you been?" I couldn't find you because Randolph saw your note in the car and threw it away. He didn't know who wrote it, and I said I had no idea where it came from.
They sat side by side and there was dead silence for a few seconds. Sheldon broke the silence.
"That's great ice cream you have there. Chocolate and vanilla together. Nice combo. Do I get a lick?" – Sheldon asked.
The ice cream was melting rather quickly, so Sheldon steadied Rocco's hand and ran his tongue over the ice cream. He licked all the way down including Rocco's sticky fingers with his tongue. Electricity shot through Rocco's body and his cock became swollen faster than he could control it. He looked into Sheldon's dark brown eyes and his heart fluttered. He was mesmerized. "Do you still want to fuck my black ass?" Sheldon asked, pressing his leg into Rocco. "Oh man, I want your entire body." - "The ass comment was for fun." "The thought of your cock inside me is naughty and `naughty' is good, Sheldon shot back. "C'mon"
"Where we going?" asked Sheldon.
Rocco never answered but went directly to the nearest men's rest room. Sheldon followed, but was leery of public places.
Rocco went into the first toilet stall and yanked Sheldon in with him. "I don't give a crap who's watching."
"We're not fucking in this place." Said Sheldon
`No, that's nuts. I only want to touch you."
"Touch away my brother."
Rocco sat down on the toilet seat, and Sheldon straddled his legs facing him. They were both fully clothed and began kissing and forcing their tongues into each other's mouth. Sheldon steadied Rocco's head and tongue fucked his mouth. Rocco slurped spit from Sheldon's tongue and the two blended together like chocolate milk.
They stayed like that for a few minutes kissing and licking each other. They were discovering a new plateau in human behavior, and didn't care who watched.
"Come back to Greenwich village with me," Rocco pleaded
"Of course," Sheldon mumbled.
"Rocco put his cheek next to Sheldon's stubble unshaven face. "Thank you Eddie," He said barely audible"
"Who's Eddie?
"A guardian angel."
"Okay, if you say so"
They practically ran to Stillwell Avenue (also known as Coney Island Terminal) and took the first train going back to midtown. The N train was pulling out and they made it just in time.
They sat side by side and occasionally their legs would touch. These men, (one black and one white) were dripping with testosterone. Rocco was so horny that he could barely sit still. Sheldon was bulging at the crotch and couldn't take his eyes off Rocco. There was magic in the air. Rocco's body tingled like never before.
They reached `Port of Authority' terminal in no time. They took a taxi to Barrow Street in the village.
Sheldon tried to pay the driver, but Rocco would not hear of it. Jeremy was not home, so they had the apartment to themselves. When the door to the apartment closed, they began attacking each other.
Sheldon pushed Rocco against the wall and kissed him feverishly. He began tearing at his clothes and unzipping his pants. They practically raped each other going down the hallway, dropping clothing every few feet.
Sheldon tripped into a hall table and a lamp crashed to the floor.
"Fuck it – fuck the lamp. Just kiss me" Rocco whispered at him.
By the time they reached the bedroom, only their underwear remained. Sheldon was tall, sexy with smooth brownish-black skin and delicious. He had curly tuffs of black hair on his chest. His underwear bulged packed with cock against his dark body.
Rocco held him tightly against his chest and pushed his crotch into him. Their balls, locked in their underwear, were screaming to breathe free. He dropped his underwear and Sheldon did the same thing.
Sheldon held their cocks together. There was precum oozing from both of them, so their pricks were slippery and warm.
Rocco sprawled onto the bed with his head hanging off the side. Sheldon stood over him and placed his black cock into Rocco's mouth. He was always known as the Italian stud with the big cock between his legs, but Sheldon had him beat by about 2 inches of chocolate pop.
Sheldon gently fucked Rocco's mouth for a short time before pulling out and putting his hairy legs on each side of his head. Rocco sucked his balls and breathed in his erotic scent. He was getting drunk on perverted passion.
In a rather sudden move, Rocco changed positions. He lifted Sheldon's body into the air and eyed his butt. - "OMG, I was correct. Everything is beautiful," He said as he rubbed Sheldon's ass like a priceless work of art.
"Is this where you fuck my black ass?" Sheldon said rather passionately.
"Oh yeah; this is rape time buddy.
"That sound hot, but you can't rape me. I want you deep inside me."
Rocco hoisted him upward and pulled him into a straddling position against his chest.
"Go ahead and fuck. I want you to take it." Said Sheldon.
Rocco held Sheldon's smooth firm cheeks in the air and rubbed his face across the silkiness of his flesh. He licked his hairy hole, using every trick he had ever learned.
Rocco slowly eased his lubricated cock into Sheldon's hard black butt. Inch by inch he entered the deep warmth of this extraordinary man. "Fuck me Rocco – Yes, fuck the juice out of me."
Rocco picked up the pace banging him from side to side. Sheldon worked his hips and fucked back, to greet every poke.
"Damn, that feels good fucking your beautiful ass, man. Yeah, show me what you can do with it, but don't waste it in my ass Rock. That would be a loss of good stuff. I want it in my mouth"
Rocco pulled his cock from Sheldon's hole and placed it directly into his mouth. It was wet with lube and ass juice but Sheldon never objected. He took Rocco's used meat and licked it clean.
Sheldon held Rocco's cock firmly between his thick black lips and waited for a feeding of cum cream from his white partner. Rocco only had to stroke his cock a couple of times and he felt his baby juice beginning to rise.
"You ready? I'm just about there," cried out Rocco.
Sheldon didn't get a chance to reply because warm cum was already bursting into the back of his throat. Sheldon swallow shot after shot and moaned every time he got a load down.
Rocco kissed him and their tongues slid together. Sheldon dropped cum into Rocco's mouth and they ate it like animals. It was a marvelous sight, seeing them snowballing together...
There was lust everywhere. Their black and white bodies cemented together like twins, filled the room with sweetness.
The thing that mattered to Rocco was Sheldon. He had developed feelings for him and it freighted him. Rocco was never boyfriend material and didn't consider affection a real thing. He thought hook ups were strictly for sex.
Sheldon stretched back on the bed and Rocco got between his legs. He was hungry for this beautiful black prince. Sheldon's cock needed to be serviced and Rocco wanted to empty his nut sack into his waiting mouth. He remembered Sheldon saying, "the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice" (or something like that) anyway, Rocco had to have it.
Sheldon turned on his side and Rocco lay beside him. He began fucking Rocco's face, like he had done earlier. Only this time, there would be no distractions. He was determined to feed rock, some sweet black berry juice.
"Do you want my sweet berry cream?"
"God yes."
"Beg for it."
"Please feed me, you son of a bitch."
"Ta Ta, be a nice whore."
"Please Sheldon; let me have your sweet cream."
With that, Sheldon exploded several thick ropes of milky cum directly on to Rocco's tongue. Rocco swallowed, but then grabbed Sheldon by his head and forced his mouth open. He dropped remaining cum into Sheldon's mouth like they did before.
"Jesus, you're a slut – I mean a pig. Said Rocco.
"I try - and you are the best teacher I have come across yet." Replied Sheldon.
The both sniggered and held one another still lying in bed. Rocco put his arm around Sheldon and held him close to him. He was stronger looking than Sheldon and he wanted to protect him.
Of course, there was nothing to protect him from. What Rocco really fancied, was, not to protect Sheldon, but desired him as a boyfriend.