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goodness I had ever experienced. “Mmmm!” I hummed, enjoying the flavors that swam throughout my mouth. Besides a rich, dark chocolate taste, there was a heady mixture of earthy tones underneath: dirt, grass, flowers, life itself. But not weed; I didn’t detect that green herb’s distinctly singular flavor. I swallowed, shuddering as the chocolate coursed down my throat and headed straight for my privates. I closed my eyes and felt Sage’s strong arms curl around me.
    “They’re new,” he whispered, his bushy beard scratching my cheek. “From somewhere exotic, like the Brazilian rain forest or something. My dealer calls them ‘Afro-sleaziacs,’ you know, like a sexualized aphrodisiac.” I opened my eyes at that point to see Sage looking moony and dreamy.
    “An Afro-sleaziac?” I repeated. “What’s gonna happen, I’m about to grow curly hair and become a sleazebag? That’s ridiculous.”
    “Oh, you don’t even know how ridiculous, Turner.” He only called me by my last name, which I found quite endearing. “And it won’t make your little crew cut grow out, so grow up. It will make you pretty slutty though,” he finished with a lick of his lips. “Speaking of ridiculous, can you please take that stupid wig off? It’s freaking me out.” I chuckled and did as he asked, placing it on the toilet tank where it resembled nothing more than a dirty mop. “Thank you. Now just you wait, this duck’ll go right to your head.” Snickering, he added, “And I don’t mean the one on your shoulders.” I couldn’t help but laugh, Sage was being so cute and paying me all this attention. I basked in the glow, forgetting we were in the bathroom of the Complexx for Allan’s birthday party. I even forgot we were wearing roller skates.
    “How did you get this?” I asked. “It’s not like you’re rich or anything.” It suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea what Sage did for a living. “Are you?”
    “Nah. I got me a sweet ass connection, dude. I know the friend of a friend of the second cousin to one of the inventors or, I dunno, someone like that. All I know is this guy and I fucked our brains out after eating one of these chocolates. After that, I was in.”
    “What does it do?”
    “Just wait,” he answered. “It’ll hit in a minute. The D-U-X kicks in pretty fast.”
    “The D-U-X? What the hell is that? Is that like GHB or something?” If so, I wanted no part of it.
    “Nah, don’t worry,” Sage reassured me, adjusting his crotch. My eyes went straight to the bulge in his tight jeans. “You probably didn’t notice the lettering because I ate half before giving you the rest. There are three letters printed on each chocolate duck. The letters d, u, and x. Get it? It spells Dux. Like the animals, you know? It’s actually printed on the chocolates as open parenthesis, lower case d and u, closed parenthesis, then a capital X. Isn’t that cool? It’s like the name of a new chemical element.”
    “Yeah, that is pretty cool, but what does it actually do?”
    He took my hand and placed it on his package. “This,” he said.
    Instinctively, I rubbed my hand on his rising mound, feeling the contents expand by the second. Damn, he felt good, so good I could hardly believe it. That’s when I realized my dick was stretching the thin nylon of my shorts to almost comical proportions. Sage’s hand lunged to grab me down there, eliciting a weak moan from me.
    “Feels good, don’t it?” Sage asked.
    I sighed. “Uh huh. Yeah, it really does. God, that feels fucking fantastic!”
    Sage agreed and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues tangled like chocolate-covered serpents while our hands continued groping each other’s junk. I honestly felt hornier than I ever thought possible. I didn’t care what the fuck (du)X was, only that I already loved it. Chocolate had never tasted better before in my life.
    All of a sudden, voices carried into the tiled bathroom as skaters careened in, whooping and carrying on