0 comments/ 21503 views/ 1 favorites Hearts and Flowers By: Lesly Sloan Space Cadet Morgar was very late arriving in Chicago to rescue Slender Ellen from the spell imposed on her by the Witch of Whatever. He had been dispatched to rescue the fair maiden during the first weekend in February, but he was too late; it was now Saint Valentine's Day, which complicated his rescue mission enormously. "Oh shit," he said. (They talk like that on his home planet, Bluesuede - in the constellation Booties.) "I'm not only late but this was supposed to be my last mission before getting promoted to Space Commander. It's important that I lift the spell on Slender Ellen so that I get that damn promotion. And I wasn't programmed in advance for Valentine's Day." The problem had been a gigantic cosmic ray storm as his spacecraft descended over the International Date Line, causing a landing in the mid-Pacific rather the planned landing spot in Lake Michigan, very close to Chicago where Slender Ellen lived. Space Cadets are resourceful; Morgar managed to get to the Chicago area after landing in the Pacific ocean by means of sheer determination, a credit card, and a huge wad of money. He had been prepared at at the Transformation Center on Bluesuede, where he was given the appearance of a handsome prince with blue eyes, blond hair, a firm body, and a large penis with an unusual vibrating motion in addition to the usual thrusting ability. The whole mission was designed to break the spell cast on Slender Ellen; this gorgeous woman was unable to achieve orgasm with any Earth male, but the spell would be broken if a male could be found who could bring her to climax. Morgar was programmed for nonstop loving and equipped with additional aids such as powerful love potions. What was he to do? It was Valentine's Day and he hadn't been prepared for that. But Space Cadets are resourceful. Morgar scanned his memory banks and discovered that Hearts and Flowers would be appropriate as an introductory gift to Slender Ellen on Valentine's Day. He opened the flap in the front of his human shell, ripped out the heart, and used his Matter Transformer to produce an attractive selection of small chocolate hearts. At a shop along Michigan Avenue on the way to Slender Ellen's building he purchased a lovely red heart-shaped box for the chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. The salesgirl was happy to gift wrap the chocolates and flowers for him. Intent on his mission, he was surprised when she slipped a note with her name and telephone number into his hand as he paid for the purchases. She rarely had a chance to serve a handsome prince. Oblivious to a chance for such dalliance, Morgar proceeded to the elegant apartment building overlooking Lake Michigan where Slender Ellen lived. Just before entering the lobby of her building he performed a quick costume change to appear as a UPS delivery driver. The doorman was skeptical at first about allowing Morgar up to Slender Ellen's apartment, but those baby blue eyes had been designed on Bluesuede with special powers of persuasion. After Morgar fixed his glance on the doorman and asked to be admitted, permission was quickly granted. Morgar rang the bell and was admitted by a startlingly good looking woman. "What a pity that such a good-looking doll can't get off," he thought. Slender Ellen seemed suspicious of the delivery man, but a fixed gaze from the Baby Blues convinced her to sign for the package. Morgar stood there and suggested that she try a chocolate to make sure that all was OK. She opened the red Valentine box and tried one of the chocolates. "Hmmmm, that's good," she said while licking her lips in a sexy manner. Morgar now went into action as he had been programmed to do so many miles away on his home planet. He stripped off the delivery man costume, revealing a hard smooth body with a raging erection of the nicest cock she had ever seen. "I'm here to help you, Babe," he said, as he took her into his arms. "I come from the planet Bluesuede and will bring you to orgasm. I have been trained for this mission." "I don't care where you're from. You could be from Outer Space, Inner Space, whatever - I just hope you can use that tool. I've not been able to reach orgasm and really hope you can help me out." He removed her blouse, revealing lovely breasts tipped with long red nipples. He moved his tongue in circles around her aureoles until her nipples stood up - at which time he sucked on them. Her breathing increased with noticeable intensity. Slender Ellen let her skirt drop to the ground, revealing lovely long legs and a firm ass filling sexy white silk panties. She led Morgar into the bedroom. Space Cadets are resourceful, and that was evident in the way he made love to her. "We'll start with oral sex," he said. "I have a factory-installed Super Power Tongue Kit. Just lean back, spread your legs wide, and just enjoy my tongue on your pussy." His insistent probing tongue slipped between her labia and then followed her slit to the clit. That shy creature was persuaded by his flickering tongue to make an appearance. Upon its emergence from its hood, the clit was greeted with circular motion of the space man's tongue. Slender Ellen had never before felt such waves of passion. It wasn't a real orgasm yet, but it was closer than she had ever been before. Even when he sucked on her clit and took her to a state of moaning the spell was not yet broken. She had reached a stronger feeling of passion after having her pussy eaten than she had ever had with a previous lover. But it still was not enough to bring her to orgasm and break the spell. Clearly more was called for if the spell was to be broken. Now was the time for the heavy artillery! His cock was glistening in the soft light of the bedroom. He moved it to the entrance of her vagina and inserted the cock whose tip was already glistening with precum. Morgar did not force his way into her cave of pleasure. He slowly pushed his way in, and then the motion was gently in and out, at increasing depths of stroke, Her feeling of excitement rose until her body was shaking. The special vibration feature of his penis now came into action. She trembled and her body went into a spasm of pleasure. His probing gentle finger simultaneously playing with the bundle of nerves at the entrance to her rear brown pucker did it!! Her body seemed to explode as she reached orgasm!! "Holy Garfunkle!", he exclaimed. (garfunkles are the equivalent of cows on his planet) "I've achieved my goal. She is free of the evil spell." Morgar had been trained and prepared to bring Slender Ellen to orgasm; no prior thought had been given to providing pleasure for him. So he was startled when Slender Ellen said. "It's your turn, Space Man. I'm going to give you a great blow job. Just lie back and let me take care of you." She proceeded to make leisurely love to his cock with her mouth, with special attention to his balls. It only then that Morgar thought how nice it might be to stay on Earth and enjoy that sort of thing forever. Sex in the constellation Booties is hard to descibe in human terms, but suffice it to say that nothing in that entire constellation could afford Morgar the same pleasure as that marvelous blow job in the apartment building overlooking Lake Michigan. The man from a distant planet and the lady from Chicago continued to explore each other's bodies. On a visit to a bookstore Morgar scanned a sex manual into his memory bank. The lovers worked their way through the book, using passages selected at random. Unfortunately, the sex manual was a cheap edition full of typographical errors. That led to strange experiments, such his as trying to slip between the "leather lips" of Slender Ellen, rather than her "nether lips." One evening while lying in bed with Morgar, Slender Ellen commented to him, "It seems that you have a mole on the right side of your neck; it's the only flaw on on your otherwise perfect body. Does it bother you?" He laughed and pressed on the mole; a small electronic module popped out. "This is my Escape Module. I use it to summon a spacecraft which is circling Earth at this very moment, ready to take me back to my home planet." After a long night of passionate sex later that week Slender Ellen looked over at her sleeping lover and gently pressed on his mole. She picked up the Escape Module and replaced the mole so that Morgar would not notice. Slender Ellen hesitated the next morning but finally asked Morgar to sit close to her and confessed, "Dearest, I feel that life without you would be meaningless for me. So I detached the Escape Module from your neck when you were sleeping and destroyed it. Please don't be angry with me. I will love you and give you all the sex you want; any kind, any time, any place. Please say that you will accept my love." Space Cadets are not only resourceful, but they are clever and horny as well. Morgar decided not to tell Slender Ellen that he could rewire himself to make an improvised Escape Module. "I suppose I'll have to spend my life here on Earth with you, my dear. Luckily, we seem to be very compatible sexually." She sighed contentedly and snuggled against him. Her fingers stroked his chest, played with his nipples, and walked South to encircle his manhood, which rose to meet her hand. He turned and bent over her - their bodies were intertwined in a ballet of love and lust. Of course they lived happily ever after. * * * * * Copyright 2000 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome. Hearts and Flowers "Hope, my beautiful Hope. Nobody has ever done that to me before." He said. He started to move within me once more. Our joining so sweet, so hot, so very erotic and maybe it was that way because in my mind it was forbidden to have sex with a young man, one so young he could have been my son. We had sex four more times that night and again the next morning. What happened between us? We have been together for six years now and love each other madly. When someone looks at us strangely in public we look back and hold each other tight, if someone makes a stupid remark about us Jordan says, "I have the hottest girlfriend and I am lucky she's with me." Valentines Day still sucks, but I am no longer bitter about it. Hearts and Flowers Charleston Hartwell was a good business man. He had made a quiet living in his early adult life, working for others and learning the business of his choice – flowers. Then, when his grandfather had died, he had been given the opportunity of a lifetime. A healthy inheritance, invested the right way, paid off with bonuses! And Mr. Hartwell soon found himself the proud owner of his own prosperous business, Hartwell's Hearts and Flowers. His one little store turned quickly into a chain, with many who wished he would franchise. But he refused, keeping his fingers tightly on the reigns of his own little enterprise for many decades. That's how he got to be so lucky, he told himself as he stared across the table with appreciating eyes at his companion. It was only because Mr. Hartwell had remained the sole owner of his flower shops that he had just happened to be around when Victoria Michaels came in. She was ordering flowers for her deceased mother's grave. And she had politely asked Mr. Hartwell to excuse her as she reached across his line of sight and touched a particularly expensive flower vase. He had stepped back courteously, noting the young woman's soft smile and lowered gaze. She had pale misty blue eyes and platinum blonde hair, probably dyed to get that beautiful golden colour women envied of each other. She had reached out to the vase, delicately turned the hanging price tag over, and had sighed softly before moving away. Mr. Hartwell watched her go from the corner of his eye, then took a look at the price of the vase himself. It wasn't really that expensive. Her reaction to the price of the vase made him wonder. Quietly, he had followed her about the store with his eyes, avoiding the store clerk and the counter as much as he could. He didn't want the girl to know that she was actually standing in a store he owned. He wanted to observe her more, for she had piqued his curiosity. If she thought the vase was too much, she might really have walked into the wrong store. Hartwell's was about quality more than quantity. Only the best, he had always insisted. But he almost felt downtrodden imagining a pretty girl like this being unable to buy anything he had for sale. Victoria Michaels had finally settled on one of the bouquets of prepackaged flowers from the coolers against the walls. When she approached the counter shyly and opened up her purse, Mr. Hartwell stood behind her in line. He watched over her shoulder, ignoring the glances from the clerk behind the counter as he looked into the pretty blonde woman's purse. Carefully, she counted out the bills and change for her purchase. She made sure she had exact change, counting it out to the last penny. Obviously a woman of little means, he had thought then. She had taken her wrapped flowers and slowly made her way out of the store, looking one more time longingly at the vase. The look in her eyes nearly broke Mr. Hartwell's heart. So it wasn't surprising that she got only a few feet beyond the doorway before he put his hand on her shoulder. She had been so startled when he turned her around carefully and presented her with the vase. "Oh my! No, sir, I couldn't possibly-" She had begun to object. But he had insisted. "How will I repay you?" she had asked. And he had just smiled. "You have no need to repay me, child," he said in his eloquent speech. "Do you know who I am?" The girl blushed and looked down at her feet. She did not know. Then, boldly, he had put his finger under her soft round chin and lifted her eyes up to his. He pointed a crooked finger at the sign in the window of the shop they stood next to. There was a portrait of him there, on an ad bragging about how many years Hartwell's Hearts and Flowers had been serving this neighbourhood. He was even wearing his hair the same and a suit almost identical to the black one in the photograph. When he smiled, he was sure the smile was just a bit older than the picture's...but not by much. "You're...you're Mr. Hartwell?" the girl gasped as the information sunk in. He nodded, pleased by her reaction. She was flustered and beyond speech. "So no, dear, you don't need to repay me." He smiled and handed the vase to the young lady standing so flabbergasted infront of him. She gaped and her mouth worked in silence. Even so, it was the most beautiful mouth he had ever seen. "But," he said slyly, "you could do me the honour of dinner. Tonight, perhaps?" She could turn him down, he knew. He was old, slightly stooped because of his age. His hair was snow white, and his wrinkles had wrinkles. But he did so love beautiful women. He'd married three. And though he'd sworn off them ten years ago, he found himself unable to resist. Just one more try, he thought as he looked into lovely Victoria Michaels' eyes. Just say yes! "Yes!" "Yes?" he asked. "Yes I will go to dinner with you tonight, Mr. Hartwell," she had said, blushing again. He held her hand in both of his, stroking the soft skin as he smiled. "Wonderful. Where shall I send my car to, then?" And now they were here, having dinner at his country mansion thirty minutes out of the city itself. He'd considered causing a stir and taking her to the most expensive restaurant in town. But some part of him doubted that she would have the clothes to fit in. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel alienated. All he really wanted was her, all to himself. His country home was the best place to make that happen. The servants were few and rarely seen. And the coziness of the patio at this time of year was perfect. He looked out at the sun as it began to set beyond the horizon. The vineyards were his and beyond them, an orchard. All he surveyed was his. Mr. Hartwell looked back at the delicious blonde who hadn't taken her eyes off of him. Perhaps even she would be his, he thought. Under the table, inside his slacks, some ancient beast stirred hungrily. And it made him grin even as much as it surprised him. The young girl, probably no more than twenty years old, was awakening in his body a thirst. As he lifted his wine glass to his lips and met her tender gaze evenly, he wondered if she knew what she was in for. After dinner, he gave her a full tour of the house. He pointed out the grand piano in its special room reserved for concerts performed by one of his nieces. He led her through the kitchens and watched with pleasure as she ooh'd and ahh'd over the shining appliances and lengthy cupboards and counters. And when he showed her the master bedroom, she wasted no time in going to the bed and running her fingers over the highest quality faux fur quilts he kept on the bed. They were vestiges from his youth, when he had always hoped to one day be able to afford real fur. In his wisdom and older years, he realized the foolishness of such a dream and supplanted it at last with a much better choice. It looked and felt the same, at least to him, and that was all that mattered. Victoria ran her hands over the furs, luxuriating in the feel of the soft tufts between her delicate fingers. Then she blushed crimson, realizing he was watching her. He stood with his hands behind his back, wondering if she could see the hard on she was causing in his loose slacks. "I'm sorry," she whispered, moving to sit up. "Oh, please don't apologize!" He smiled at her. "Every man loves to see a beautiful woman on his bed, thoroughly enjoying herself." He wondered if his voice sounded like a seductive purr to her, like it did to him. And he wondered if he was being too obvious. Then he just stopped caring and smiled at the young woman. Victoria raised an eyebrow in an almost bold gesture. To Mr. Hartwell's surprise, she leaned carefully back on the bed, keeping her eyes on his. She spread her long platinum blonde tresses out behind her and smiled softly. She looked like an angel just then, with a golden aura or halo above her head. He walked slowly forward towards the bed, stopping only when his knees brushed hers. "Do you have any idea what a sight like that does to a man? Even a man my age?" She nodded, and slowly sat up, eyes still locked to his. Mr. Hartwell put a hand next to the woman's cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He watched as she licked her trembling lips, and his heart went out to her. "Maybe you only think you do. Maybe the recent loss of your mother is causing you to act...differently than you would normally." Her smile disappeared, but she looked no less beautiful to him. She lowered her eyes for a moment, then looked back up to the old man's face. "My mother...she took care of me, Mr. Hartwell. Losing her like I did changed me. I know that I might not be myself right now. But..." She blinked and looked deeply into his eyes. "But whoever I am, I'm still sitting here on your bed, Mr. Hartwell. Whoever I might be, I'm still here, with you. That just doesn't seem like a bad thing, like something I should regret." Her words were confusing, all the more so as she lifted her fingers to his belt and began to undo the buckle. He sucked in his breath, feeling his cock jump in his boxers as she unzipped his slacks and pushed them to his knees. Slowly, she tugged his underwear down, pushing them to his pants. Then she lifted her eyes up and gasped, blinking at Mr. Hartwell's cock. He wasn't a small man. His member had seen better days but it had always been well exercised. When he'd come into money, and had become secure in his finances, he had made sure that his penis saw the benefits. He'd been married three times to girls just like Victoria Michaels. Sweet young women, or so he'd thought each time. But they'd all turned out to be harlots, whores really. They just wanted his money. None of them had given him children, and that was mostly because once he found out they were sluts, he felt a huge disappointed and stopped desiring them. Would young Victoria here turn out just the same? At least he'd get to see that much before having to marry her or make some silly commitment. She was sitting here, staring at his thick cock, and trembling like a school girl. Was she really so innocent? She lifted her hand up to touch his cock and he quickly gripped her wrist. He pushed her back suddenly on the bed, forcing himself ontop of her and staring intently into her frightened eyes. "So what is it you want?" he demanded. "Why are you here on my bed, Victoria?" She stuttered and gaped, looking so afraid. It excited him. "Maybe you aren't here because you've changed. Maybe you're just here because the moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you. Real bad, girl. Real bad." He grabbed her other wrist and put it above her head, holding both in one hand. He was surprising himself with his sudden strength and vitality. Thank you, he thought to Victoria. This is turning out to be a great night after all. Slowly, Mr. Hartwell lowered his free hand to Victoria's face. She was terrified, that was very obvious. He had indulged in all sorts of deviations during his youth and early adulthood. He knew terror and fear when he saw them in a young woman's eyes. He saw them now, but he also saw something else. There was a hunger in this woman's face, a craving for something only he could give her. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, hard, fiercely. And she returned the kiss as best she could. Apparently, kissing was something he could teach her. Later, he thought. I've got to check something first... He moved his hand down from her face, pulling himself up on the bed and kicking off his shorts and pants so he could lean over the young woman. He watched himself as his hand grazed over her blouse. It wasn't the most expensive material but poorly made blouses tended to tear with greater difficulty than the ridiculously expensive ones. Just one of life's ironies, he knew. He cupped her breast over the blouse, then stared into Victoria's eyes as he gripped the buttons in the front and pulled. He pulled hard, two times, before the blouse finally gave way. The girl was breathless. Mr. Hartwell looked down at Victoria's chest. Her brassiere was simple, cotton or linen, and white. He easily slid his hand under one cup and gave her breast a squeeze. It was real. Her beautifully curved breasts were full, her nipples hardening as he massaged from one tit to the other. And bless all the angels, her tits were real! Unable to believe his luck, Mr. Hartwell moved his hand from Victoria's chest. He moved it lower, stroking her abdomen and watching her eyes as she nearly fainted from his touch. Something tickled in the back of his brain but he was not willing to hear the happy sound just yet. He had to know for sure first. Slowly, he watched as his hand moved lower, pulling open the young lady's skirt. It was the kind of skirt someone should be wearing to an office, a secretary's skirt. Maybe that's what she did for a living. He hadn't had the time to find out yet and didn't know if he cared. Right now, it was an offending piece of material keeping him at bay. He looked at Victoria sternly as he released her wrists and rose up above her. On his knees now, he ignored her pleading face as she bit her lip. The skirt finally came apart in his hands after several strong pulls and tugs. The seams just seemed to melt away and the fabric separated at last. He threw the skirt remnants away and began to stroke over Victoria's hips. "Please," she was begging softly. Did she want him to stop? Or could she be asking him to keep going? It didn't matter. Mr. Hartwell moved cautiously over the girl's underpants. They were some sort of cotton blend, and not very sexy. He stood now, rising off the bed but still hovering over the woman's body. He tucked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. The excited scent of woman was divine as it wafted up to his nose. He lowered his mouth over her and kissed her belly, loving the way she convulsed at the unexpected and unaccustomed touch. He put a hand on her jutting hip bones, moving down her legs to her thighs. Then he pushed her legs apart. "Please. I was...I was going to give you head, Mr. Hartwell. I'll please you, please don't do this." So she thought she'd just give him head, did she? Is that what she did for all the men who bought her vases? He wanted to giggle but didn't. The sight of her pussy was absolutely beautiful. She was slick with juice already. He reached out a hand and stroked over the brown tufts of pussy hair. Yes, she definitely dyed her hair blonde, because down here, where she was the most natural, she was a chestnut colour. He lowered himself to his knees, pulling her to the end of the bed so that her round ass lined up with the bed's edge. Then he pushed her legs up over his shoulders. With his hands over her slender thighs, he could maneuver his thumbs very well. And he used them to pull her hairy pussy lips apart. The pearls of pussy juice inside were irresistible and he flicked his tongue over them, tasting them. She cringed and squealed as he began to feverishly lick her crevices. No secrets were left unrevealed as his thumbs kept her swollen lips pried open. He explored her folds, her clitoris as it became a hard wet bud, and even the tight hole she begged him not to 'kiss'. He was going to kiss it, alright. He thrust his tongue inside her depths and found himself coming up against a barrier. Could it be? She was a virgin! He tongued the barrier as best he could, appreciating and respecting it rather than tearing it. That would come soon enough! Mr. Hartwell rose up at last. He hadn't let her cum though, hadn't let her reach full orgasm. Whatever sexual adventures she had thought she'd had in her short life were about to be put asunder. Mr. Hartwell knelt on the bed, between Victoria's pale legs. He looked down at her, daring her to stop him. The young woman put her arm over her eyes, covering her face. Mr. Hartwell pushed her hand away. "If only you could see what I see, darling," he said. "If you could appreciate the view I have." He moved his hand over her pussy again, thumbing her clit and making her wince with the pressure. Then he stroked his cock. It was just as long as it had always been, longer than he'd seen it in some time. And it was just as thick, just as ready. "Please," she said, still begging hopelessly. "I'm not on the pill! I might get pregnant!" That gave him pause. What if she did get pregnant? None of his women had ever done that. And he knew it wasn't because of his sperm. He'd been checked, checked and rechecked. It just hadn't been 'right', the experts had told him. Sometimes that's how things went. And sometimes people paid exorbitant amounts of money to MAKE things go well. He wasn't willing to do that. So what if she did get pregnant? She'd be the first. He smiled down at her. "Do you know how very wealthy I am, child?" he said. She nodded through some crocodile tears. "If you get pregnant," he said, not even believing his own words, "I will marry you. On the spot." Victoria Michaels blinked up at Mr. Hartwell. "Are...are you serious?" He nodded. He was serious. He just didn't expect he'd have to actually follow through on that promise. But he didn't doubt the effect his words would have on the woman beneath him. He held his dick in one hand, pushing the fat head against the woman's swollen pussy lips. His other hand reached down and pulled one of her large tits out of her bra, squeezing it hard. She winced but did nothing to stop him. Then she raised up on her elbows, pushing his hand harder against his chest. She watched as he used his big cock to part her pussy, to open her up. There was no doubt in his mind that nothing had ever penetrated this fine cunt infront of him. Maybe a digit of a finger here, the rub of a toy there. But she'd put nothing really fat into her puss before, nothing of substance. He was going to change that. Right now. Mr. Hartwell put his hand behind Victoria's neck, almost folding her in half without letting her pussy slide away. "I'm going to fuck you. With this cock, right here. It's going to hurt." "But...but if I get pregnant, you'll take care of me....so...so it's okay..." He wanted to laugh out loud but didn't. The pure innocence of her kept him hard and excited. And he wanted to fuck her, so bad. "Watch," he commanded. Victoria watched. He pushed his cock harder, releasing her neck now and putting his hand on her thigh. His fingers dug in, releasing some of his tension so he wouldn't go too fast. She tried to watch as he entered her, but just couldn't and fell back onto the bed. He licked his lips, looking down as both hands rested on Victoria's thighs. He let his cock do all the work now. And he pushed harder with his hips, forcing his cock into the tight hole that awaited him. It was so tight. So fucking tight. He pushed more. And she yielded, just slightly. He pushed more. And more of his length was inside her. This divine being of goodness and purity was opening up beneath and before him. His fingers dug into her thighs and she squealed again, covering her face with her arms. He couldn't resist, couldn't hold back anymore. Mr. Hartwell threw himself ontop of Victoria, pushing his cock deep inside her objecting cunthole. He could feel it sucking at him, convulsing around the foreign flesh. But it was unexpectedly rhythmic and only served to further his excitement. He grabbed for Victoria's arms and held them above her head on the bed. Then he began to rut inside her, thrusting hard and fast. He was unstoppable now, even though she cried and wept under him. He looked at the fresh tears streaming down her face, and wondered if she was crying out of pain or shame. Was she so different from the sluts he had known? Hearts and Flowers Yes, she was. Every part of her was unexplored by anyone else. He'd had virgins before, young women all too eager to give him their prize cherry for a few tokens here and there. Anything for money, after all. But Victoria Michaels was altogether something else. He fucked her harder, closing his eyes as he focused on the tight feeling around his cock. It was like being sheathed in flesh, like a blade that had finally come home. She probably bled on his fur bedding, but the tight feel of her cunt was worth it. He pushed harder, faster, feeling the welling up of cum in his balls until at last it surged through his cock. The idea of his seed pouring into this pure pussy blew his mind. He probably should have just let her suck him off, like she had intended. Because now, he thought, still thrusting into the virginal bitch beneath him, now he didn't want to stop. At last, he did. Every last drop of cum had been sucked off of his cock by her convulsing objecting cunt. He rose up and watched as his half hard cock slid out of Victoria's reddened hole. He'd taken from her the final prize her dead mother had probably intended to preserve for the rest of the girl's life. No longer a virgin, she was now a woman, made so by him. And it was as it should be. He felt a great sense of pride. Victoria lay silently for a short while before slowly pulling herself away from Mr. Hartwell and moving further up the bed. He stood up himself, going to the bathroom to clean himself off. He rubbed a soft cloth over his cock and sighed as it got softer and softer. Sadly, he realized he already missed the girl. So would his dick, he knew. Mr. Hartwell walked out to the bedroom again and stopped short. Victoria Michaels hadn't gotten dressed yet. She hadn't fled the scene at the first chance. Instead, she had pulled back the furs on the massive bed and was lying there naked, propped up on the pillows. She pulled them back more when he walked into the room and smiled shyly at him. "You should come to bed, I think," she said coyly and very quietly. "I don't think babies get made all at once. I think it takes a lot of sex to make them. I don't know for sure really. But I think it's a good idea." She was serious. She wanted to try and have his baby? He was stunned. But the sight of that near virginal body lying in his blankets, beckoning to him, was something he couldn't – wouldn't – resist. What if she did have his baby, he thought as he climbed under the sheets. He ran his hands over her naked body, noting that she had taken off her bra. She lay under his touch, compliant and almost relaxed. Definitely determined. As he ran his hand over her belly, he wondered what it would look like swollen up with his child. If sex like this was so great with Victoria, what would pregnant sex be like? What would anal be like? Would he ever get that blow job she had so innocently and sweetly offered? Mr. Hartwell slid under the blankets and let the beast inside him rise up again. Hearts and Flowers Hello and welcome to my readers. Happy Valentine's Day! Thanks for your votes, comments and e-mails on my previous stories. I am always glad to hear from you. This is an entry in the 2008 Literotica Valentine Story Contest, so your votes are most welcome. My thanks to geekychick_76 for her skillful edit. Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------- Rhonda lay naked on the motel bed, quivering in anticipation. Bret had called her at work asking if she could take a long lunch, which was code for 'let's go to our favorite motel for some afternoon delight'. They had been lovers for over a year, meeting at a seminar and desiring each other almost immediately. The first time they made love was mind-blowing. It was still that way. He was married and she was divorced, but being Sales Representative Supervisors meant they kept irregular hours and could meet practically at any time. Lately he had discussed his getting a divorce with her. He was tired of his wife's slovenly appearance and incessant questioning about when he was coming home, where he had been and who he was with. He had told her repeatedly it was part of his job to be available 24/7 and be with people and to stop bothering him about it. However, she persisted and he had about enough, setting a goal to be out of the house by Valentine's Day. He had told Rhonda they would fly to Bermuda; spend two weeks there and then he would file for a quickie divorce. She could hardly wait. Rhonda sprang to her feet at a knock and checked the peephole, it was him! She unlocked the door and hid behind it as he entered. *** Bret whipped his BMW into the parking space next to Rhonda's Porsche. Damned last minute meetings, I almost made it out before old man Carson decided we needed motivation for the next sales campaign. I know what's motivating me! His hard cock rubbed painfully in his tight pants as he walked briskly to the motel door and knocked. The lock clicked and the door swung open. The room was empty. She must be in the bathroom, but how did the door…he felt a flash of panic. "Rhonda, it's me. Where are you?" No one answered. When he stepped into the room the door slammed and a warm body molded against his back. "Wanna fuck, handsome?" "Rhonda? Jeezus! You scared the shit out of me!" "Mmmm, you can't be too scared," she replied, rubbing his cock. "Let's lose those clothes." She pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants. He turned around and kneaded her breasts as she pulled his trousers and boxers down. Before he could step out of them, she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Bret moaned as she deep throated him; head bobbing as her tongue swirled around his thick meat. He grabbed her head and rammed his cock down her throat, fucking her mouth the way she liked it. His hips surged back and forth, as she clung to his ass, thrusting a wiggling finger in the puckered hole and pulling him even harder to her. His knees shook as he jetted into her mouth, cum running down her chin. She gulped and swallowed until he stopped pumping. Rhonda rocked back on her heels, licking the last drops from her lips as she helped him remove his shoes and the clothing from his ankles. She climbed on the bed, lay down and spread her legs. Bret crawled between them and dipped his tongue in her wet pussy as she moaned in delight. Sucking and licking he teased her by running his tongue along her labial lips and nibbling her clit until she begged him to eat her. Bret fastened his mouth on her pussy, wigging his tongue inside the soft walls as far as he could, his hands gripping her ass pulling her against his mouth. Rhonda grunted and moaned as Bret ate her out; she could never get enough of him eating her, it was almost as good as fucking. Her hips lifted from the bed as she rubbed her pussy on his face, his nose brushing her clit. She gasped as he worked a finger in her ass and two in her wet pussy as he continued to suck her clit. The triple sensations brought her to a screaming orgasm, spraying his face with her tangy juices. He continued licking until she had another orgasm, leaving her limp and trembling. Bret's cock was hard as steel as he lifted Rhonda's hips and entered her with one quick thrust, her pussy clasping him in a velvet vise. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they fucked like animals, grunting and panting as their bodies slapped against each other. They both liked it hard and fast, kissing wildly as they flung themselves at each other, the bedsprings squeaking in protest. The intensity of their coupling brought her to a climax within minutes. Rhonda shrieked as her orgasm blazed through her, drenching his cock in waves of warm fluids. Bret pulled his cock from her soaked pussy and she rolled on her stomach, raising her ass in the air. He drove into her again, covering his cock with more pussy juice then pumped into her asshole. She bucked against him, wanting it all the way in as she moaned in ecstasy. Bret's vision blurred to a red haze as he pummeled her tight ass, fingering her pussy and clit as raw passion overwhelmed them. Rhonda's gasping breaths as he fucked her inflamed him further, driving in brutally until he cried out and emptied his balls in her puckered hole. She shuddered and came on his hand, soaking it in sticky cum while wailing in release. Bret withdrew and they lay kissing softly as they recovered from their exertions. "You get me so hot I can't stand it," Rhonda purred. "I love it when you fuck my ass." "I love fucking all your holes," Bret replied. "Is it any wonder you drive me crazy. I want to be with you all the time, not just when we can get together." He paused, "On Valentine's Day we fly to Bermuda, and I'm not going back home." Rhonda's eyes filled with tears. He'll be mine and mine alone. I'll have him in my bed every night. "How do you think she'll react when you tell her? You said she has quite a temper." "I don't care how she reacts, I just want out. Whatever was between us is dead and gone. All I want is you." "And I want you my darling. Mmmm…you're hard. Give it to me again…" *** "Ms. Bailey, there's someone here to see you. She says it's urgent. It's about Mr. Kingston." Bret! Oh no! What's wrong? "Send her in Dottie". Rhonda's office door opened and a woman entered, her jaw set and her eyes ablaze. She looked to be in her late forties, a bit overweight, plainly dressed and minimal makeup. Her mousy brown hair pulled back in a bun. "Are you Rhonda?" "Why yes I am. What is wrong with Bret? Who are you?" "I'm his wife." Her voice shook with rage. "Why did you steal him from me you bitch? Why can't you leave him alone?" "Now just a minute," Rhonda said tersely, standing up behind her desk. "How dare you attack me like this. Sit down and let's talk." "No! This won't take long! You leave us be. Bret was perfectly happy with me until you seduced him you slut!" "That's it! I'm calling security to throw you out!" She pressed a button under her desktop. "I didn't seduce him, we fell in love. He hasn't loved you for years you silly old cow! He's leaving you and that's that!" "I'll never give him up! He's mine! I'll never agree to a divorce. He'll love me again someday!" Two burly security guards appeared in the doorway. "You called Ms. Bailey?" "Yes. Escort this woman…what is your name by the way…out of the building. She is not allowed back in." "Take your hands off me!" She screamed. "My name is Pamela Kingston. Mrs. Pamela Kingston! You'll never have him, I swear you won't!" "Oh I'll have him," Rhonda cried as they carried the incoherently raving woman out the door. "I already do! Heart and soul! You lose, you ugly bitch!" She tried calling Bret but got his voice mail. He must be in a meeting or something. Damn! I'll try again later. "Crazy old bag," she said aloud. *** Bret awoke from a sound sleep. He had been out until 2:00 AM with a rookie sales representative working his first account. His clients, like most of them, needed to be entertained when they arrived from out of town. He had a slight headache and his mouth was fuzzy. There were several calls and messages from Rhonda, but he would look at them at work in the privacy of his office. He went into the bathroom to shower. *** When he walked downstairs the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and frying bacon made his mouth water. Entering the kitchen, he was amazed to see Pamela bustling about making breakfast, humming as she worked. Damn! I was hoping she'd still be asleep so I could load the car. Whatever. She'll find out soon enough. "Pamela. What is this? What are you doing up this early?" "Happy Valentine's Day, Bret. I thought I'd surprise you with a nice breakfast. Now you sit down and drink your coffee. I'll have things ready in a minute." What's going on? She never gets up before ten. I have to pick Rhonda up in two hours. Oh well, I'll eat something and get going. He sat at the kitchen table and sipped his coffee. "I didn't get you a card Pamela…" he began. "I've been busy and…" "Oh that's alright darling. I don't mind. How about some more coffee?" He held out his cup for a refill and she smiled at him as she poured. He reached for the cream pitcher and the room swam before his eyes. He shook his head to clear it, but his vision became blurry. He tried to stand but couldn't move. He heard Pamela laughing, but it seemed as if she was far away. He slumped back and felt himself losing consciousness. Pamela's face suddenly appeared before him, a cruel smile on her lips. "I know about her," she said, and then all went black. *** Rhonda checked her watch again. It was nearly eleven. He said he'd be here at ten. What's taking him so long? We'll miss our flight. The apartment doorbell rang and she rushed to answer it, nearly tripping over her suitcases. She flung it open to see a man in a courier service uniform. "Ms. Rhonda Bailey? Special delivery, sign here please." He handed Rhonda a dozen red roses and a large heart shaped box, bright red and trimmed with lace. "Who is this from?" "The tag just says Happy Valentines Day to a special person." She gave him a tip and shut the door. These must be from Bret apologizing for being late. Such lovely flowers…this must be candy… Rhonda opened the box. It fell from her nerveless fingers as she screamed and screamed. Inside, a lump of red flesh floated in blood. There was a note. 'NOW you have his heart.' End. Hearts and Flowers Hearts and flowers. Damn it, Tori was surrounded by hearts and flowers, and she hated every second of it. Of course, it was no different from any other Valentine's Day. Tori had been working at the candy shop for five years now, and every year when the red and green of Christmas gave way to the red and white of Valentine's Day, she felt like screaming. It was a good job other than those couple months a year, but damn, those couple months were hell. Tori couldn't remember a time she'd liked Valentine's Day. In school, when other kids had exchanged at least those stupid little thirty-to-a-box cards, she'd invariably gotten nothing, other than maybe a pity card or two from kids who gave cards to everyone. In eighth grade, when she'd had her first real boyfriend, he'd chosen to dump her the day before Valentine's, and had given her worst enemy a huge, lacy card right in front of her. After that, Tori had made it a point not to have a boyfriend anywhere near Valentine's Day, not that many guys were interested anyway. So now, at twenty-five, Tori was single, cynical, and wishing Valentine's Day didn't exist. Along with the stupid candy hearts, heart-shaped boxes, and bouquets of flowers that the shop owner insisted on carrying at this time of year. "Miss, what would you recommend I give my girlfriend?" asked the man at the counter. "It's our first Valentine's Day, and I don't want to be too mushy, but I want to make sure she knows I'm thinking about her." Tori switched into sales mode. "Well, sir, does she like chocolates?" "No, she doesn't eat refined sugar." Good thing he'd come to a candy store to get her a gift, then. Some of these people had to have left their brains at the curb with their Christmas trees. "What about flowers?" Tori asked. "I think she's got allergies. I'm not sure." "Then I'm afraid we may not be able to help you here, sir. All our candy contains sugar, and the flowers are real, which means if she has allergies she's going to have problems with them. I'd suggest the greeting card shop two doors down; they may have something she'd like." "I didn't come in here so you could tell me to go somewhere else. I came in here to get a gift for my girlfriend. What kind of salesperson are you?" The kind who didn't feel like dealing with an idiot during Valentine season. "Sir, if there was anything we sold here that your girlfriend might be able to eat or to look at without sneezing, I'd tell you. Unfortunately, there isn't." "You can bet I won't waste my time coming in here again." He stomped away. Tori shook her head. Obviously romance made people lose their minds. Romance. Like that even existed. As far as she was concerned, it was only an illusion, created by the greeting card, candy, and floral industries to boost their profits. The evening wore on, with more frantic boyfriends and a few frantic girlfriends coming in to find things for their partners, interspersed with occasional parents looking for things for their children or children looking to buy for their parents. Finally, with five minutes till closing, Tori went to the door to lock it. Just as she turned the lock, a man tapped on the window. Tori sighed and opened the door. "May I help you?" "Are you still open?" It was on the tip of Tori's tongue to say no, but a glance at the clock showed her that four minutes still remained. Her boss wouldn't be pleased if they lost a sale because she was sick of dealing with people for the night. "Not quite yet," she replied. "Please, come in." "Thank you. I promise I won't take much of your time." The man walked through the shop, stopping at the display of flowers and at the pyramid of candy boxes that Tori had had to rebuild twice that day. "Are you looking for something for your girlfriend?" Tori asked, hoping to hurry him along. "Someone I hope might become my girlfriend," the man replied. "Do you have any suggestions?" "It depends on what she likes. We have a wide assortment of candy, and I can put a box together for you if none of our pre-packed boxes appeal to you." Though she hoped he would take a pre-packed so she wouldn't have to be here any longer than necessary. "We also have flowers, though if you want to wait till Valentine's Day to give them to her I'd recommend buying them that day so they don't wilt in the meantime." "I'm not sure she'd like flowers, but candy usually goes over well." He walked over to the group of flowerpots that held flower-shaped lollipops. "Or maybe some of these, so she gets both. I think I'll go with that." Thank goodness. A quick decision. "Would you like those boxed?" Tori asked. The man picked out half a dozen of the pops and brought them to the register. "Yes, that would be nice if you have time. Or you could just give me a box and I'll do it when I get home. I know it's late." "Not a problem." Tori carefully put the pops in a rectangular box and rang up his purchase. Their hands touched as he passed her his money and Tori jumped as though he'd shocked her. She ignored it, though, and told him, "Have a nice night." "Thanks. You too." He left, and Tori finished closing up, then went back to the efficiency apartment she called home, though there was little home-like about it. She didn't bother staying up for the nightly news, just undressed and went to bed. To her annoyance, she dreamed about her final customer. **** The next day, three days before Valentine's Day, was more of the same. People demanding that Tori help them find the perfect Valentine for their loved one, people asking foolish questions, and the smell of chocolate and flowers combining to make Tori nauseated. It didn't bother her any other time of year, of course. Only at Valentine's Day. The store was empty ten minutes before closing, but Tori didn't lock the door, though she could have. She had a feeling that her final customer from the night before might make a repeat appearance. Sure enough, as the clock hit five of nine, he came through the door. "Sorry to be here so late again," he said. "The flower pops seemed like such a great idea, I decided to come see what else I could find, but I didn't get out of work till a few minutes ago." "You must work strange hours, if you don't get out till this late." Tori mentally kicked herself. What difference did his work hours make to her? She didn't want small talk; she wanted him to make his purchase so she could go home. "Not strange, just long," he replied. "Too long. I was at the office twelve hours today." "Does your potential girlfriend know about your hours? Some women would want more time with their boyfriend than that, I'd think." Yeah, great, like she was even remotely qualified to give relationship advice. "Oh, I'm sure they would. I don't have any reason to leave the office now, you see. If she agrees to what I ask her on Valentine's Day, I'll have someone to spend time with, and I won't want to spend quite so much time with spreadsheets and proposals." He went to a display of truffles that Tori had set up earlier that day. "I think I'll take a half pound of these," he said. "I don't know if she likes them, but if not, maybe she'll share with me." "Or you could get a full pound, half for her and half for yourself." He laughed. "You're a good salesperson. Sure, I'll do that." Surprised that he'd agreed so easily, especially given the cost of the truffles, Tori weighed and boxed a pound for him and rang it up. This time when he paid, he looked into her eyes; Tori blushed and looked away. "You've been wonderfully helpful," the man said. "My name's Ryan." "I'm Tori. Nice to meet you." He took her hand and held it longer than a typical shake. "Nice to meet you. Have a good night." "Thank you. You too." He released her hand, to Tori's relief, though part of her wished he hadn't. What a stupid reaction! Even if she wanted a relationship, or even a date, he was here buying candy for some woman he had a crush on. Thank goodness he walked out the door without noticing her reaction. **** The next night, with two days to go before the dreaded holiday, Ryan came in again and bought a bag of jelly beans. "It's kind of a kid thing, but maybe she has a playful side," he explained. "Could be." Tori wished he wouldn't keep talking about his mystery woman; she was becoming unreasonably jealous. The night before Valentine's Day, Ryan showed up to purchase a gourmet chocolate bar. "A little more sophisticated than jelly beans," he said. "It'll be a nice balance." "She's going to gain a ton eating all this candy you've bought her," Tori said. Damn it, why did she have to sound like such a bitch? Ryan didn't seem to notice Tori's snarkiness. "Then she can go with me to the gym if she wants. I'll buy her a membership; it would be one more way to spend time together. Besides, I don't mind a woman with a little extra. It's what's inside that counts, and I think inside she's a very beautiful woman." Oh, god, this guy was a total sap! Tori rang up the chocolate bar and, even though it was in a wrapper, boxed it for him. He thanked her and left, just like every other night. The next day was Valentine's day, and it was a sheer nightmare. From the time they opened at ten, the store was mobbed with people desperate for last-minute Valentine candy and flowers. Customers knocked down displays, yelled at Tori and the other workers who'd come in to help, and generally made Tori wish she'd gone into some other line of business. Like trash collecting. But finally, around eight thirty, things tapered off. Most people were either out to dinner with their chosen Valentine or were in bed with them. Tori swatted that thought aside quickly. She hadn't been to bed with a man in so long she couldn't even begin to remember it. She sent the other employees home and started cleaning up the shop. Every time she heard footsteps outside, she glanced up, then rolled her eyes at herself. Of course Ryan wasn't going to be here tonight. He'd probably given the woman of his dreams all the candy, and if she hadn't whacked him over the head for loading her up with it they were probably in each other's arms right now. That mental image made Tori want to punch something. She was trying without much luck to sweep up the spilled sugar from a bunch of Pixi Stix in the back corner when the shop door opened. She glanced at the clock; five of nine. Her heart jumped, but there was no way... "Tori?" Ryan called. "Are you here?" Tori stood up. "Right here," she said. "Did you think of something else you wanted to give her?" "Oh, there's plenty I want to give her." Ryan held up all the boxes she'd packed for him that week. "These are for you." Was this some kind of joke? "What... what are you talking about?" Tori demanded. "You never guessed. I didn't think you had." Ryan set the boxes on the counter and came over to her. "I told you these were for a woman I wanted to be my girlfriend. That's you, Tori." "You never even met me before the other night!" Love didn't happen that way, did it? "True, but I've seen you for years now. Every night as I walk home from the office, I go past this shop, and every night I see you in here alone. The first thing I noticed about you is how your hair has this reddish glow in the lights. Then I saw how careful you are about arranging things, and how much you seem to like being here most of the time. Except this time of year. Valentine's Day hasn't been very good to you, has it?" "Valentine's Day is an illusion," Tori said. "Romance is an illusion. I can't believe we're even having this conversation." "Neither can I. I never thought I'd work up the guts to tell you how I feel. I might not have talked to you before the other night, but that was because I didn't think you'd talk to me. I thought a woman as beautiful as you must have a husband, or at least a boyfriend. But you're here every night till nine, and I've never seen any guy stop to visit you, so I thought I might be lucky enough to find you unattached." "I haven't had a boyfriend since..." Tori trailed off, trying to remember. "I don't have boyfriends often," she finished after a moment. "And I rarely have a girlfriend. Not many think I'm worth the hours I work. I'm a workaholic, I admit, but there are times I haven't a choice in the matter." He took both of Tori's hands. "But there are times when I know that if I found the right woman, I'd spend a lot more time outside work. And I think I've found her." "You don't know anything about me," Tori protested. "Not much yet, but I want to learn. Come to dinner with me. I know it's late, but I know a place that's open late tonight, and the food's pretty good." He nodded toward the boxes on the counter. "And we've already got dessert." Tori had to laugh. "Why'd you buy all that, anyway?" "So I'd have an excuse to finally talk to you. Will you go out with me tonight?" It was ridiculous. This man couldn't possibly want to spend time with her. He wouldn't for sure after dinner; she'd probably drive him away somehow. But he seemed sincere, and even if Tori didn't believe in romance, she believed in miracles. Maybe this was one. "Sure, I'd like that," she said. Ryan kissed her on the lips, sending the same shock through her that the touch of his hand had. Hopefully he would want to see her again after tonight; Tori wanted more of that feeling. "Wonderful!" Ryan said. "I'll wait while you close up, and then we can go." He started to pick up the candy boxes from the counter, but Tori shook her head. "Leave them, unless you want them." "But they're your Valentine's gifts." "I know." Tori grinned. "But I can't stand candy." Hearts & Flowers, That's for Girls Authors note: I got an email from a reader asking me if I do gay romance. I thought I had some of those kinds of stories on the site, but apparently not enough to please everyone. So whoever sent me that email, since you never left a name or email for me to respond, this one is for you. I hope you like it. ***** Chapter 1 21 year old Jason sat in the audience next to his parents and clapped along with everyone else as he watched his older sister Amanda kiss her new husband. Amanda and Keith had been dating for about 2 years before he finally popped the big question and she was so in love with him, she naturally said yes. As he watched them turn to the audience, he slumped in his chair and sighed. He just didn't understand it; there was love and romance all around him. His parents had been married for over 40 years and they still disappeared early once a week and did whatever they did. His grandparents celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary this year and they were still as smitten with each other as the day they met. Aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone seemed to have found the one person they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. And now even his sister had found her soulmate. He ran his hand through his shoulder length wheat colored hair. What was wrong with him? He didn't think he was ugly. At 6' and about 150lbs, he thought he had a nice body. He kept his hair neat even though it was long; he had a goatee that was always kept nice. And his ice blue eyes, well he had girls in high school tell him that it seemed like he could see into their souls when he looked at them. He stood up with the rest and followed after the bride and groom as they headed for the reception. But his thoughts were still directed inward, maybe that was his problem, he wasn't interested in girls. Never had been, he dated in high school because he felt that was what he was supposed to do, but he never went past first base with any of them. He tried kissing and holding them, hell, even touching them but there was never any spark. Most of the time he felt like he was kissing his sister when he kissed his girlfriend at the time. After a while, the girls usually ended things and by the time he graduated, he was considered a loser because none of the girls in school would date him anymore. It really didn't bother him though; girls weren't who he was interested in. He had learned young that it was guys that really struck his button so to speak, but since he was too embarrassed to go into a gay bar, he was still a virgin. Jason ate the meal and cake and smiled while his sister and new brother did all the things you do when you are in love, but his heart just wasn't in it. He hated watching everyone else be so happy while he was so miserable. Once the dancing started, he escaped out on the deck of the hotel and lit a cigarette inhaling the smoke and feeling his body relax. His parents disapproved of him smoking and he was really trying to quit, but since he didn't drink or do drugs, he figured he should have at least one vice in life. Of course, he tried not to do it around his family if he could avoid it, safer that way. He moved away from the door and over by the pool, and just stared down into the still water. He could still hear the music, but it was a distant echo and for the most part he was able to tune it out. He sighed as he took another drag and watched the moon echo off the water. Was it possible for guys who liked guys to find love and romance to? Or was it just something straight people found? He was seriously beginning to wonder. "Hey, you got another one of those you can spare?" a deep voice said by his right shoulder. Jason jumped and dropped the rest of his cigg in the pool as he turned around. He stared into a pair of night blue eyes that crinkled as the man tried not to smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He said in that soft southern drawl. Jason felt a shiver run over his body at the man's voice and for a second let his eyes move over the man in front of him. He was a little taller than Jason, about 6'2 or 3, with a slender build. His long, jet black hair was pulled back in a tie at the base of his neck, giving the illusion he had short hair but in the soft breeze a few strands were blowing around his face. He was dressed like all the men at the wedding in a tux, but it seemed like it had been made just for him. It emphasized just the right areas to really show off the stranger's body. Jason realized he was staring and actually blushed as he forced his eyes back to the man's face. "I...it's okay, I just thought I was alone." He stammered pulling two more ciggs out of his pack and handing one to the other man. Jason watched him flick open a lighter and a spark hit the end of the cigg, then they were bathed in somewhat darkness again. He watched the man let the smoke out his nose then he met those night blue eyes again. "I needed this," he said smiling,, "never been good with crowds." Jason lit his own then looked out over the water again. "I...I don't think we have ever met." He said forcing himself not to look at the other man. "I'm Amanda's brother Jason." He heard more then saw the other man smile. "I know, Rick told me." Jason looked at him; Rick was Amanda's new husband and his new brother. Now that he got a better look at the man in front of him, he could see the resemblance between them. They both had the same jet black hair and night blue eyes. The first time Jason met Rick, he had actually almost melted when he first looked into those eyes. Then he found out he was Amanda's boyfriend and was so embarrassed he had hidden in his room the whole time Rick was at the house. Over the last two years, Jason had managed to control his attraction to Rick and they had actually become friends. Staring at a man who was almost a spitting image but maybe a little bit older version, made Jason's cock twitch in his pants and he looked down at the ground slowly smoking his cigg as he fought with his body. "I see the resemblance." He said to his shoes. The other man laughed, sending shivers through Jason's body once more and he was glad it was dark. "Yeah, get us together and it is hard to deny we're brothers." Jason blushed even harder at those words. He knew who the man standing in front of him was. Rick had actually showed him a picture of him once, although Jason had to admit the picture didn't do him justice. His name was Alex and he was 32 years old. He was Rick's older brother. He won a football scholarship to go to Yale and probably could have gone pro if he hadn't blown out his knee his freshman year, tackling one of the other team. His first car had been a Harley and from what Rick said, it was all he ever drove. He had been estranged from his parents for the past 6 years, ever since he came out of the closet so to speak and admitted that he was gay. According to Rick, his father had gone ballistic, saying he could deal with the motorcycle, but no son of his was going to be sexually with another man. Either he met a girl, married her and gave him grandchildren, or he was no longer his son. Apparently Alex, kissed his mother on the cheek, gave Rick a hug then looked at his father and said, fine, I'm not your son anymore. Then he loaded a bag on the back of his bike and drove away. From what Rick had told him, he had been in contact with his brother through letters over the years, but he wasn't ever able to convince him to come home. Jason was actually surprised the man was standing in front of him. "I...I thought you were estranged..." he looked down at his feet again. He heard Alex chuckle and lifted his eyes. "Estranged from my parents? Yeah, but even that old bastard couldn't keep me from watching my little brother get married." Jason blushed even harder, unsure why this man was affecting him so. "S...sorry, it's none of my business." He said turning back to the water. "Don't worry about it; it stopped bothering me a long time ago." Alex flicked his cigg into the water and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. Alex had noticed Jason from the minute the younger man walked into the church. It wasn't anything in particular he had done, Alex didn't even know who he was until Rick had told him during the reception that he was Amanda's brother. Although he should have, just like with him and Rick, you could definitely see the resemblance between the two. Amanda was a knockout, even Alex had to admit that and he had never been with a girl in his life. He had teased Rick that of course he found the most beautiful girl in town to make his wife. Rick had blushed and looked at Amanda with such a look of love; Alex actually had to look away. Ever since Alex started dating, he was attracted to a certain type of man. Every man he took home to his bed, always had a bad boy look to them, and generally rode a bike just like he did. Jason was completely different from the men he usually was attracted to except for the long hair, he was a clean cut kid, kind of a cross between a biker and the boy next door. So when Alex noticed Jason walk into the church and felt his cock start to harden in his pants, he looked closer at the younger man. He couldn't see anything in particular about him that would attract him, but as he sat through the wedding, he knew whoever this guy was, not only did he want to meet him, but if he could figure out a way to get him in his bed, he was definitely going to. Of course, he wasn't 100% sure that Jason was gay, or hell even bi. He had asked Amanda nondescript questions about his brothers dating habits but she had admitted she didn't really know much. He had dated girls in high school but none of them seemed to last very long and since he graduated, she hadn't seen her brother with anyone. Alex had watched the younger man through the reception out of the corner of his eye, trying to see if maybe any of the girls seemed to strike his fancy, but he barely glanced at any of them. He talked to his family during dinner and when the dancing started, he escaped out to the deck. Alex had forced himself to sit at the table, sipping his champagne and talking to Rick and Amanda, when he really wanted to follow Jason out onto the deck. See if he looked as good in the moonlight as he did in the lights of the banquet hall. He finally got his chance to escape when Rick pulled Amanda out onto the dance floor. He looked around thinking Jason may have snuck back in but when he looked out the glass doors, he saw the younger man staring down at the water and felt his cock harden even more. He licked his lips and headed for the doors. Now that he wasn't smoking, Alex stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep from pulling the other man against him and seeing if those lips felt as soft as they looked. He had a strong feeling that Jason was at least bi if not gay, but since they just met, Alex thought it would be bad form to try to shove his tongue down the younger man's throat. Alex looked over at Jason, he was staring down at the water and there was a tightness to his shoulders. Alex had been around enough men to know that Jason was nervous, he just wasn't sure why. Did the younger man feel the attraction between them as much as he did? Was Jason like he had been, knowing that he wasn't into girls, but unwilling to admit to anyone, especially himself that maybe he preferred boys? As he watched the younger man watch the water, he knew without a doubt that he was looking at himself at that age. Alex was damn near 98% sure that Jason was not only still a virgin but had probably never kissed another man in his life, although he was sure he wanted to, but had no idea how to go about it without making a fool of himself. Alex suddenly felt a kinship with the younger man and that seemed to increase his attraction to him. He suddenly wanted to show Jason, not only the joys of being with another man sexually, but that there was nothing wrong with not being attracted to the opposite sex. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, then suddenly closed it unsure what to say. How did you tell a virgin that was unsure of himself because he was different that you were attracted to him? Every man Alex had been with was always experienced, including the man who took his virginity when he was 18. He had never been on the other side of the blanket so to speak, he hadn't had to teach his lover about sex. But there was something about Jason that made him want to do just that. He wanted to give Jason his first blowjob; he wanted it to be his cock that the younger man first took in his mouth. He wanted to be the first man to sink into his tight little ass and be the first ass he sunk into. He wanted to watch Jason orgasm and scream in pleasure and know it was him that caused it. Alex had always gone after guys for a quick fuck, if they were still there in the morning, fine, if not, oh well; there was always someone else out there. But Jason was different, he had just met the man, but yet he wanted to go to sleep in his arms and wake up next to him in the morning. He didn't think past that knowing if he did, that he could definitely see things developing into a more permanent situation and he wasn't sure that someone he just met would be too keen on that kind of emotion from a perfect stranger. Alex had never believed in love at first sight before. Lust yes, but love that was for women more than men. Hearts, flowers, that was all girly stuff, but if Alex was willing to be honest with himself, he could definitely see waking up next to the man in front of him 50 years from now and that actually frightened him a little. He sighed softly and pulled one hand out of his pocket and reached towards Jason, he stopped his hand though when Jason suddenly turned to look at him. Alex dropped his hand as he stared at the younger man. Jason's eyes were dark in the moonlight, dark with passion, heat, a hunger he didn't think the younger man even knew was there, but Alex was drawn to it. Without a word, he took the two steps it took to move him in front of Jason and cupped his face gently. Jason sucked in his breath and let it out slowly as he looked up at Alex. Alex cupped his face with his other hand and Jason's eyes widened. They widened even more as he watched the older man's face moving towards his, but they fluttered closed as he felt Alex's lips touch his. Jason had been standing there, watching the water, trying to figure out how to talk to Alex. He was strongly attracted to the older man, so much so that his cock was actually straining against his pants. The problem was, he had no idea if Alex was attracted to him and as always happened when he saw a guy he liked, he chickened out. He couldn't build up the courage to actually approach them; he was too scared of rejection. He argued with his head on whether to just turn around and go back inside. He had finally decided to do just that, knowing he would probably die a virgin but unable to admit to Alex he wanted him. He didn't know his eyes had picked up on his bodies' reaction to the man. So when he turned and saw Alex's hand reaching towards him, he froze, for a split second he let himself hope that maybe Alex did want him too. Then suddenly he was in front of him and Jason sucked his breath in, scared to move but scared not to. When Alex touched his face, he had frozen. Yet, his heart was hammering a mile a minute in his chest. When he felt him cup his face, he had been in shock, a man he was insanely attracted to, was actually touching him. He had been petrified, he didn't know what to do, did he reach out to Alex? He just didn't know, but when he saw Alex's face lowering towards his, his heart started beating double time. The only thing that went through his head before Alex's lips touched his was "oh my god, he is actually going to kiss me." The kiss was gentle at first, just basically two sets of lips brushing against each other. As soon as Alex's lips touched Jason's, he moaned softly and wrapped his arms around the younger man pulling him gently against him. Jason put his balled hands against Alex's chest as if to push him away, then slowly unclenched his hands and let them rest against the older man's chest. Alex wanted to drive his tongue into Jason's mouth, but he could feel the other man's fear, his uncertainty. He knew he wanted this as much as Alex did, but he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to show it. Alex pulled him a bit tighter against him and felt Jason stiffen a little in his arms. Alex tentatively ran his tongue across Jason's lower lip and Jason moaned as he slowly melted against him, letting his hands move up over Alex's shoulders until he was able to tangle them in the older man's hair. Alex teased at Jason's lips, trying to coax him to let him inside. He could feel Jason hard against him and bucked forward a little with his hips making the younger man whimper softly and press even tighter against him. Jason had no clue what to do, all he knew was his body was on fire and he couldn't seem to get close enough to Alex. When Alex pulled his lips back, Jason opened his eyes and looked up at him. Alex smiled and kissed his nose. "Open your mouth, let me inside." He said huskily lowering his mouth once more. Jason was unsure at first, as Alex brushed his lips against his once more, but as he felt Alex's tongue once more running along his lower lip, he slowly opened his mouth. He expected Alex to drive his tongue into his mouth, devour him as he had seen Rick and Amanda do, but he didn't. He pressed slowly, almost gently into his mouth, running his tongue lightly over Jason's. Jason' whined a little against Alex's mouth and when the older man pulled his tongue back, Jason tentatively let his own tongue slip into Alex's mouth, doing what the older man had done to him. The reaction was almost instantaneous, Alex grabbed Jason's ass, pulling their bodies tight together as he deepened the kiss, finally giving in to what he had wanted to do when Jason first stepped into the church. The kiss changed from soft and almost delicate to hard and hungry in a matter of seconds. Jason stood frozen in his arms for a few seconds. He didn't know what he had done, but suddenly it seemed like Alex was trying to swallow his tongue. He wasn't sure how he felt about it at first, but as Alex wrapped his tongue around Jason's, he moaned and melted once more against the older man and kissed him back as hungrily as Alex was kissing him. When Alex felt Jason finally give himself to the kiss, he tightened his arms around him as he growled into his mouth. The two men kissed hungrily, each trying to get even closer to the other one as the moonlight swept down over them. When Alex finally pulled back, more out of self-defense then anything, they were both breathing harshly. "Wow!!" He said still holding Jason tight against him. Jason looked into his eyes and smiled. "That is one word for it." Alex felt his body relax a little and laughed, "And what you would say?" Jason pulled back a little and lowered his eyes. Alex took one hand off his ass and put it under Jason's chin, forcing the younger man to look at him once more. "Please don't hide from me." He smiled softly and brushed his lips once more gently against Jason's. "I like that you react to me as you do." Jason's eyes widened as he looked up at Alex. "Really?" Alex nodded and pulled him tighter against him once more. "Can you feel how much you affect me? Do you have any idea the things I want to do both to but also with you? I know we just met, but I would be lying if I said I don't want to take you back to my hotel and make love to you all night. Show you just how good it can be between two men." Jason's eyes widened even more. He could feel how hard Alex was but he still had a hard time believing it was because of him. "Y...you want to have sex with me?" He stammered lowering his eyes as he blushed once more. Hearts & Flowers, That's for Girls Alex lifted his chin once more. "I don't want to have sex with you Jason..." Jason's eyes lost their fire and he lowered them once more. Alex once again made him look at him. "I want to make love to you; I don't want to just have sex with you. I want to go down on you; I want you to go down on me. I want to sink into you and watch you have your first orgasm from a guy fucking you, I want you to sink into me and feel how good it can be having a tight ass wrapped around you cock." Jason's eyes got wider and wider the more Alex talked. "R...really?" he stammered, his heart thudding in his chest, he was really hoping Alex wasn't going to say of course not, but he was terrified he was. Alex nodded solemnly. "I want to hear you scream my name as I sink into you. I want to know that no other man has ever given you the kind of pleasure I want to give you tonight." Jason swallowed hard and felt his cock trying to burst out of his pants. "I...I don't know what to say." He said softly. Alex cupped his face once more and brought their faces almost to within inches of each other. "Just say yes, say you will come home with me and let me show you just how good it can be." He lowered his head, searching once more for Jason's lips and just before they touched he smiled as he heard the other man softly utter yes.   Chapter 2 The reception was still in full swing when Jason and Alex finally returned to the banquet hall. They had been outside long enough that they missed Rick and Amanda making their escape to head for their honeymoon, but neither man really cared at that point. Alex stood by Jason as he moved over to his parents and said he was heading out. His mother kissed him and told him to make sure to come home occasionally and his father hugged him. It took a lot of willpower not to put his arm around Jason's waist as they headed for his bike, but he managed to restrain himself until they left the lights behind them. Once they were once again outside, Alex gave in and wrapped his arm around Jason's waist. He expected him to stiffen, but instead the younger man melted against him and wrapped his own arm around Alex's waist as they headed for the bike. Jason had ridden with his parents to the wedding and had planned on them dropping him off at his place after the reception. Before they had gone back inside, they had talked about which would be better, Jason's place or Alex's hotel room. Jason's place finally won out when Jason told him he had a king sized bed where Alex was only sleeping on a double. When they reached the bike, Alex handed him the extra helmet he always kept with him and climbed on, kicking the machine to life. Jason had never been on a motorcycle before and was nervous as he threw his leg over the purring machine. He sat down and automatically wrapped his arms tightly around Alex's stomach. Alex closed his eyes for a second as he felt Jason pressed up against him and it took him a minute to control his body enough to pull out of the parking stall. "Ready?" he called over the roar of the bike. Jason had his face buried in Alex's back, smelling his scent, he could smell a bit of musk but mostly he just smelled the other man and felt his body harden even more. He didn't trust himself to speak so he just nodded. He felt the bike move under him and kept his eyes closed as he clung to the man in front of him. Alex and Rick had grown up in this town so when Jason told him he was buying the old Wilson house, Alex knew just where to go. Jason clung to Alex as the bike cruised down the quiet streets. He slowly felt his body relax as he realized the older man had complete control of the machine under them and he let himself really appreciate the body he was clinging to. He could feel Alex's ass pressing against him and felt his cock twitch at the thought of being inside it. He finally lifted his head from Alex's back and rested his chin on Alex's shoulder gently kissing the other man's neck. He could feel Alex smile in the way his body moved as he put his hand over Jason's for a minute and squeezed before putting it back on the handle bars. "You can do that more if you want." He said above the roar of the engine and the wind blowing around them. Jason started to blush, and then forced himself to stop. He had agreed to take Alex home with him, to show him just what he had been missing by being scared to admit his attraction to other men. He could touch Alex if he wanted to, he could kiss and hold him and it was okay. The other man wasn't going to push him away, he actually wanted Jason to touch him and that made the younger man a bit bolder. He unwrapped one hand from around Alex and pushed the helmet back from his face as much as he could, then wrapped his arms around him once more. The main difference was that this time he had one hand wrapped around Alex's stomach and let the other hand run down over Alex's cock, as he ran his lips and tongue against the other man's neck. He heard Alex's sudden intake of breath and felt the bike shimmy a little before he got it back under control. "Careful or we're going to wreck." Alex said huskily. Jason chuckled against his skin and gently squeezed Alex's cock through his pants making the other man moan as he nipped gently at his neck. "Sorry, can't seem to help myself." He said breathing heavily. He felt the bike turn and looked up to realize they had turned onto his street. "Good thing we are close then." Alex sighed bucking up with his hips just a touch. Jason wrapped his hand around Alex's cock as best he could and just held it, as he felt his nerves start to creep up on him again. He closed his eyes and brushed kisses against Alex's neck, just clinging to him as he tried to control his sudden fear. He felt the bike come to a stop but didn't stop kissing at the other man's neck. He felt Alex pull his hand off his cock and sat back, breathing heavily. He expected Alex to climb off the bike or at least bitch about what he had done, but instead the older man turned in the seat, unbuckled his own helmet before working at Jason's and as soon as they were both off, pulled Jason against him and locked their mouths together once more. At the first touch of Alex's lips, Jason felt all his fears and trepidations just fade away. It didn't matter what tomorrow brought, tonight he wanted Alex. Both inside him and he wanted to be inside the other man. Tomorrow he may be alone again, but tonight he had the man of his dreams holding and kissing him and that was all that mattered. When Alex pulled away, his eyes were even darker than before. He was breathing hard and he stared into Jason's eyes. "You have two choices, we can get off this bike, go into the house and you can show me where your bedroom is...or I can strip you right here and make love to you. Doesn't matter to me which, all I know is within the next five minutes I plan on you being naked and my lips wrapped around your hard cock. Choose, now." Jason stared at him wide eyed for about 20 seconds, trying to decide if the older man was joking about stripping him right here in front of his house. It didn't take long of staring into those heat filled eyes to realize Alex was dead serious. He would strip Jason right here and take him in his mouth and he didn't care who saw. As much as that thought turned him on, Jason figured it was probably safer to head into the house. "I...I think we should go inside." He said huskily licking his lips. Alex let him go, but not before kissing him softly once more. "Good choice." He made sure the bike was completely shut down, then climbed off and held his hand out to Jason. Jason put his hand in Alex's and let him help him off the bike, then didn't protest as Alex wrapped his arm once more around Jason's waist as they walked up the walkway to the porch. As Jason put the key in the lock, Alex heard a loud bark coming from inside the house. Jason froze and looked at him. "I guess I should have told you I have a dog, is that a problem?" Alex smiled and shook his head. "As long as he doesn't try to bite my dick off, I kinda have a use for it tonight." Jason felt himself start to blush yet again and looked back at the door. "No, but he might try to lick you to death. I swear if anyone tries to rob me, Max will help them take everything out." He got the door open as Alex laughed behind him. Max was a German shepherd and it didn't take Alex long to realize that the over grown puppy, just adored Jason. He had jumped up on him as soon as he walked through the door, putting his paws on the other man's shoulders and licking everywhere he could reach. Jason was laughing and trying to push the dog down, while at the same time hugging him. "I missed you too boy." He finally managed to get out as he pushed Max away. Alex closed the door behind him and leaned against it while Jason was greeted. Once he got the dog off of him, Max moved up to Alex and started sniffing him. He had never actually owned a dog, but some of his lovers over the years did, and he knew how to react around them. He held very still as the dog sniffed him, then slowly brought his hand out and let Max sniff it. Max sniffed at his hand, then suddenly, it was a good thing Alex was still leaning against the door, because Max jumped up on him and started licking his face as he had Jason's just minutes before. Jason stood there laughing as the older man tried to get the playful dog off of him. Alex looked at him and tried to be angry, but couldn't hold back the smile as Max kept trying to French kiss him. "I think he likes me." He laughed finally pushing Max off of him. Jason laughed and felt the rest of the tension leave his body. If Max liked Alex, then that showed him the other man was a good man. Dogs had ways of sensing if someone was trouble and he knew Max wouldn't have reacted the way he did, if he didn't think Alex was a good person. He dropped his keys and wallet on the coffee table then slipped off his suit jacket and laid it across the couch before turning back to Alex. "You want something to drink?" he asked softly. Alex had a predatory look in his eyes and Jason gasped. He shook his head slowly and slipped out of his own suit jacket which he lay on top of Jason's before moving over to the other man. "Just tell me where your bedroom is." He said softly running his fingers over Jason's face and neck. Jason felt his body tense up, but it wasn't from fear this time, it was from anticipation. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he saw the hunger in the other man's eyes. "F...first door at the end of the hall." He stammered. Alex petted Max who was rubbing up against his leg, then moved over by the couch and lay down. Alex walked over, locked the front door then took Jason's hand in his and led the other man in the direction he had been told. By the time Alex found Jason's room and opened the door, Jason was breathing hard and his hand was clutching at Alex's. Alex pulled him into the room, kicking the door shut behind them before he pushed the younger man against the door and captured his lips once more. Jason whimpered and kissed him back as Alex worked at the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open one at a time. When Jason felt Alex's hands touch is bare chest, he shivered and kissed Alex harder. Alex pushed the shirt off Jason's shoulders, and arms, making sure to undo the cuffs, so he could slide the material off completely and let it fall to the floor. He pulled his lips gently from Jason's and started kissing his way down his body. Jason closed his eyes as Alex ran his lips and tongue over his neck and chest. He moved his lips over each of Jason's nipples, licking lightly at the sensitive flesh, making Jason shiver as his hands worked at the front of Jason's suit pants. Jason kept his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open as he leaned against the door. His hands were resting lightly on Alex's shoulders as the older man continued kissing his way down his body. He felt Alex's hands pushing his pants and shorts down his legs and leaned away from the door to help. He felt Alex pulling on his leg and lifted his leg, while steadying himself as Alex slid first one then the other of Jason's shoes off so he could slide the pants and shorts off completely. Jason kept his eyes closed, his breathing harsh as he heard the material hit the floor. He had no idea what to expect, but when he felt Alex wrap his hand around his hard flesh, he let his breath out in a rush that came out as a low moan. "You're bigger than I thought." Alex said softly slowly running his hand up and down over Jason's hard shaft. Jason opened his eyes and looked down at the man kneeling in front of him. He had been told he was hung like a horse, but he didn't see it. So he was 9 inches long and about 2 ½ inches thick, he doubted he was the biggest person in the world. He shrugged, "never really thought about it." He said softly. Alex looked up at him with heat filled eyes. "Not tonight, but one day, I am going to take all of this in my mouth and throat." Jason shivered at his words; he knew Alex was basically telling him this wasn't going to be a one night stand that he planned on sticking around for a while. As he looked down at the man before him, he realized how much he liked that idea, the idea of Alex being around, he really liked that. Then none of that mattered, because Alex picked that moment to wrap his lips around Jason's cock and Jason forgot everything but the feel of having a man's lips wrapped around him for the first time in his life. Jason let out a ragged breath that turned into a moan as Alex moved his mouth over him. He seemed to tighten his lips the further down he went until Jason almost felt like his cock was locked in a warm wet vice. He felt Alex's tongue whipping lightly over his flesh as the older man took more and more of him inside him. Jason was beginning to wonder if maybe Alex didn't plan to take all of him tonight after all when he felt Alex's lips pressed against the hand he still had wrapped around Jason's shaft. Jason cried out as he felt Alex lifting off of him. It felt like he was loosening the vice little by little until by the time Alex had just the tip in his mouth, his tongue moving over it, he just felt his lips wrapped around him, no tightness. Alex moved his mouth down once more, tightening his lips once again as Jason closed his eyes and cried out, not sure what to do. He wanted to move, he wanted to thrust his cock into Alex's mouth, but he didn't know if he could. All he knew was he didn't want Alex to stop. His lips felt incredible wrapped around him and without even really thinking about it, his hips started moving. He started moving his hips back and forth, feeding his cock in and out of Alex's mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at the other man, Alex had stopped moving and was just holding him lips wrapped around Jason as he let Jason move inside him. Seeing the look of pure pleasure in the other man's eyes, plus knowing that Alex trusted him not to strangle him, made Jason lose what little hold he had on his control. He tangled his fingers in Alex's hair and jerked his head forward as he started slamming his hips hard back and forth, burying his cock as far in Alex's mouth as he could until he hit Alex's hand. Jason was panting and cries were flying from his lips. He wanted Alex to move his hand, he wanted to bury his entire cock inside the older man's mouth, but he knew that would have to wait. For tonight, just feeling Alex's lips wrapped around him was pushing him hard and fast towards completion. As Jason felt his balls start to tighten and burn, he thought about pulling out of Alex's mouth, he had heard of men who swallowed other men's cum, but he didn't know if the man on his knees in front of him was one of them. HE tried to pull free, but Alex just tightened his lips and hand around Jason, making him cry out once more. Then he felt Alex's free hand grip his ass, pulling him hard against him. Jason was holding onto his control by a thread, he knew if he didn't pull out soon, her was going to fill Alex's mouth with all his hot cum. He gave up trying to pull free, and finally just cried out. "If you don't let me pull out, I'm going to cum in your mouth." He cried tightening his fingers in Alex's hair. Alex just sucked him harder and faster and Jason felt his control slipping a little. He whimpered, "Alex please," he begged softly looking down at the other man. Alex lifted his eyes to Jason's and it was a hot enough look that Jason lost all control of his body. He jerked Alex's head forcefully forward until he hit hard against his hand and Jason screamed as he started shooting into Alex's mouth. Alex swallowed as fast as he could, squeezing Jason's cock as he drank up all the sticky, salty cum that Jason gave him. He managed to not spill a drop, but it was a near thing. He thought about holding some of the cum in his mouth and sharing it with Jason, but the younger man was leaning against the door, his eyes closed as he fought to catch his breath. He looked like the only reason he was still on his feet was because of Alex holding him there, when Alex moved, he would slump to the floor. Alex swallowed the last little bit, then let Jason's cock slip from his lips. Jason didn't fall to the floor, but it was again a near thing. His legs started to buckle, but Alex reached out and grabbed him, helping him until he had his legs under him again. When he could stand on his own, Jason opened his eyes and looked down at him. "T...that was incredible." He said with a grin. Alex sat back on his knees and grinned to. "It was for me as well," he looked at Jason with a smile. "I'm not sure which was hotter, when you begged me to let you cum or when you jerked my head onto you, forcing me to swallow you as you came in my mouth." Jason started to blush, but caught himself so only a tinge of red covered his cheeks. Alex smiled up at him. "I think it was a little of both for me." Jason admitted shakily. Alex seemed to think about that for a minute, and then he pulled himself to his feet while simultaneously pulling Jason away from the door. Jason stumbled and Alex caught him in his arms. Alex leaned his head down and brushed his lips lightly against Jason's, before looking into the younger man's eyes. "I think it was for me to, I mean I love having a hard cock explode in my mouth..." he closed his eyes for a minute and tightened his hold on Jason, when he opened his eyes again, they were glazed. "But when you came," he shivered, "I swear I almost came right then without ever touching myself." Jason looked up at him in surprise. "Really?" he asked softly. Alex looked down at him. "Really." Jason lowered his eyes then forced himself to meet Alex's gaze once more. "H...has that ever happened before?" Alex shook his head and Jason's eyes widened, "you mean that was just because of ...me?" He stammered again. Alex pulled him tighter against him, "you really don't know the affect you have on me do you Jason?" Jason started to blush once more and shook his head. Alex lifted his chin and laid a gentle kiss on his lips. "Well you need to accept it, because before this night is over I plan on you knowing my body as well as you know your own." Jason's eyes widened even more and he opened his mouth. "R...?" His words were cut off as Alex kissed him once more. "Yes really," he said when he pulled back. "You may not realize it Jason, but you are a very attractive guy." Jason lowered his eyes, "you're very attractive as well." He sighed softly. Alex chuckled and Jason slowly lifted his eyes. "Yeah I've been told that a time or two." Jason felt another blush and squashed it down. His nervousness from before was back all of a sudden. Of course Alex wasn't a virgin, he had been living away from his parents for several years, and he had probably had quite a few men fill his bed. How could he, someone who had never been with a man before, really bring Alex pleasure? Hearts & Flowers, That's for Girls Alex felt the tension in Jason's shoulders and wondered what the younger man was thinking about. He ran his hands over Jason's back as he brushed his lips lightly against his. Jason lifted his eyes but the heat was gone, instead it was replaced with fear. Alex looked at him, "what's wrong baby?" he asked softly running his hand over Jason's face. Jason lowered his eyes and pulled back a little. Alex wanted to tighten his arms, but instead he relaxed his arms and let Jason slip from his arms. He watched him walk over to the bed, his back to him. "I'm sure you have been with a lot of guys." Jason said, his shoulders slumping, as he kept his back to Alex. Alex looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on, things had been going so well. "I wouldn't say a lot, but yeah, I've been with a few." He said trying to make a joke out of it. Jason turned fearful eyes towards him. "I've never..." he stopped and looked down as he sat on the edge of the bed. Alex stared at him for a minute, then smiled and moved over to him. Kneeling in front of him and cupping Jason's face once more. "Are you afraid you won't be able to pleasure me?" He asked softly. Jason slowly lifted his eyes and nodded, lowering his eyes once more. Alex sighed, and leaned up, brushing his lips over Jason's forehead. "Baby, if I didn't want you, I wouldn't be here." Jason looked at him, afraid to hope. Alex smiled at him, "remember, I was a virgin once to, but a good man showed me that you don't have to be the best lover in the world to bring your partner pleasure, you just have to want to bring them pleasure. That is all it takes." Jason slowly felt the tension leave his body, but it couldn't completely leave his eyes. "I want to, but, I don't..." He was silenced as Alex put his finger over his lips; he looked at Alex in surprise. "Stop!" the older man said with a soft growl in his voice. "If I didn't think I could get pleasure from being with you, I wouldn't be here. You may be new to making love, but that's okay, I want you Jason. More than I have ever wanted anyone else, so stop worrying and just let yourself feel. That is what making love is all about. Okay?" The fear left Jason's eyes and he smiled and kissed Alex's finger. Alex chuckled and took his finger away. "That's my boy." Jason smiled again, "I want to taste you." He said softly, blushing slightly. Alex smiled and kissed him quickly. "I can handle that." He moved up onto the bed and lay down kind of in the middle, so his head was resting on the pillows. Jason moved to his knees beside him and just let his eyes move over Alex's body. When he got to the older man's cock, he licked his lips. "Like what you see?" Alex asked huskily. Jason looked at him and smiled, "Oh yeah." Alex grinned and put his hands behind his head. "I'm all yours baby, do what you want." His eyes twinkled. Jason's eyes widened, "really?" Alex nodded as he locked his fingers together behind his head. "As long as it doesn't hurt, I'm willing to let you do whatever you want to me." Jason let his eyes drift over Alex's body again, he could do whatever he wanted to Alex and as long as it didn't hurt, the older man didn't care. Jason felt like he had just sat down in front of a feast and had no idea where to start. He finally moved so he was straddling Alex's hips and Alex bucked beneath him making him moan. Alex grinned, "I never said I would play fair." Jason chuckled and moved down a little so he was laying more on Alex's legs. Alex pretended to pout and Jason laughed, "Neither did I." Alex arched an eyebrow and looked at him for a second, then his eyes fluttered closed as Jason leaned down and started running his tongue over the side of the other man's neck. Alex tipped his head to the side as Jason licked at the tender flesh then took it gently between his teeth, growling softly in his throat. Alex moaned and kept his hands locked tight behind his head, as Jason got a better hold and started sucking at the skin. Alex moaned as he felt Jason's teeth grazing his skin while he sucked. He had always loved it when his lovers marked him and the way Jason was going at him, he knew it wouldn't fade after just a day or two. He fought to keep his hands locked behind his head but it took a lot of willpower. When Jason finally lifted his head, he smiled at the cherry red mark he had left on the other man's neck. Alex opened his eyes and looked at him. Jason leaned down and kissed him softly then started moving down over Alex's chest. He ran his tongue and lips all over the other man's chest, nipping gently at the tender skin and felt Alex shiver and move beneath him. He lifted his eyes and saw that Alex still had his eyes closed and he could see the tension in his arms as he tried not to move them. Jason felt a shiver go through his own body; he was actually giving Alex pleasure. He liked that and continued the slow torture. He moved his lips slowly over the other man's nipple, flicking it quickly with his tongue. Alex cried out and arched beneath him for a second before he settled back down. Jason waited until Alex was once again lying against the bed, then he took Alex's nipple between his lips, sucking hard at it. Alex moaned, his fingers digging into one another as he fought not to touch Jason. He wanted the younger man to be comfortable with playing with him and he knew if he touched him he would throw him on the bed and attack that hot body, but at the same time, Jason's attentions were making his so hard and hot, that he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt Jason's lips pulling at his nipple and arched beneath him once more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he couldn't stop his body from writhing on the bed. His cock was hard and leaking and Jason hadn't even touched him there yet. "P...Please..." he begged softly. Jason lifted his head and looked at him. "Please what?" Alex's eyes were glazed with heat. "Please, play with my cock. Suck it, jerk it, I don't care, just play with it. I can't handle much more." Jason could see how hard he was fighting to keep his hands behind his head and smiled. He never thought he could drive anyone to that point, let alone Alex. He thought about teasing him some more, there was so much he wanted to do, but the look in Alex's eyes, made his cock start to harden. Alex wanted him and he wanted him back. He swallowed hard at the look of intense heat in the man's eyes and scooted down so he was kneeling between Alex's legs. Alex let his legs fall open even further as he watched Jason. When Jason reached out and wrapped his hand around his cock, Alex cried out and jerked up with his hips as he closed his eyes once more. Jason let Alex fuck himself against his hand for a minute, watching the way the man's hips rocked up and down as he tightened and loosened his grip. But as he saw Alex dripping precum, he lowered his head and licked at it. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste. Like his cum, Alex's was salty but there was a hint of sweetness too. Alex was panting and holding his fingers so tight together they were actually starting to hurt. "Take me in your mouth baby, please." He cried hoarsely. Jason didn't hesitate; he just opened his mouth and swallowed the head of Alex's cock. Alex gave a hoarse moan and jerked up with his hips once more, burying more of his cock in the younger mans' mouth. Jason's eyes widened as he felt the head of Alex's cock press against his throat. He swallowed automatically and his eyes widened even more as he felt Alex's cock slide into his throat. "Oh my fucking god." Alex cried as he gave up on holding his hands behind his head. He tangled his fingers in Jason's hair and held the younger man braced against him as he started fucking Jason's throat. Jason panicked at first, feeling Alex's cock sliding in and out of his throat and pushed on Alex's legs trying to lift his head but Alex just held him tight against him. When Jason realized he could still breathe through his nose, he relaxed and realized Alex's cock was actually moving smoother. He let Alex fuck his throat for another minute then grabbed at the other man's hand until Alex loosened his grip. He was able to lift his head and turned his eyes to look at the older man. "S...Sorry, I couldn't help it." Alex panted his eyes so dark they looked black. Jason tried to smile but it was hard with a cock lodged in his mouth, so he just shrugged and wrapped his hand around the base of Alex's cock so he didn't strangle him again. Then he started moving his head up and down, letting Alex's cock move over his tongue as he tightened his lips around him. Alex whimpered and dug his fingers into the blanket so he didn't grab Jason's head again as he jerked beneath him. "Ugh, fuck, god that feels fantastic." He cried. Jason moaned as his body tightened from Alex's words. He tightened his lips, moving his tongue over the hard flesh as he moved his head up and down faster. Alex screamed and bucked beneath him harder as he clawed at the blanket beneath him. His head was rocking back and forth on the pillow as he panted hard. "Ugh, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." He cried. Jason turned his eyes towards Alex, afraid somehow he had hurt him. Alex met his gaze with glazed eyes. "I can't hold back much longer." He panted still jerking with his hips. Jason's eyes widened as he realized what that meant, Alex was getting close to cumming. He had a choice of continuing to suck him and swallow the older man's cum or pull off and finish him with his hand. Alex suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back as he cried out. "Jason, oh god, I'm going to cum." He cried clawing at the blanket. While Jason had been contemplating what to do, he hadn't realized he was actually sucking harder on Alex's cock, his lips tightening even more. He had a split second to decide and drove his mouth down harder, when suddenly the first shot, hit the back of his throat. He didn't know what to do and more cum shot into his mouth before he finally swallowed as fast as he could. When Alex's shooting dropped to a dribble and Alex slumped against the bed, fighting to catch his breath, Jason held the last little bit in his mouth, savoring it before he finally swallowed it and licked at the tip of Alex's cock. Alex gave a strangled cry and pulled on Jason's shoulder. "God, no more, please." He sighed pulling until Jason let his cock slip from between his lips. Jason sat back on his knees looking at the older man. Then he said the first thing that popped into his head. "You taste good." Alex still had his eyes closed and a laugh tore from his lips as he opened his eyes and looked at Jason. "Thanks, I think." Suddenly Alex clutched at his stomach as he started laughing harder. Jason didn't know what he had said that was so funny, but he started laughing and before long, they were both laying back on the bed just laughing. When he finally got his breath, Alex shifted so he was lying next to Jason. Jason stopped laughing and just stared up into Alex's eyes. "You're incredible, you know that?" he said softly kissing Jason's lips. Jason just shook his head, his voice caught in his throat as he stared at the other man. Alex nodded and brushed his fingers against Jason's cheek and throat. Jason closed his eyes and shivered at the light touch. When Alex moved his hand to the other man's shoulder and gently squeezed it, he opened his eyes. "I really want to make love to you, but I'm spent. I don't think I can get it up again." He leaned down and brushed his nose against Jason's. "Is it okay if I stay the night?" Jason just stared at him, unsure how to say what was going through his head. Finally he just nodded and Alex smiled. "Cool." Alex kissed him once more then slid off the bed. Jason watched him, "where's the bathroom?" Jason pointed in the direction and Alex smiled once more. "I'll be right back." He headed for the door and Jason was sure he put more sway in his hips then was really necessary. Jason watched him until he closed the door behind him, and then rested his head back against the bed, just staring at the ceiling. He had no idea how tonight had turned out so great. Earlier, he had been miserable, watching his sister marry the man of her dreams. Now he had the man of his dreams not only in his house, but wanting to spend the night. He pinched his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but even the pain from that couldn't quite convince him he was awake. Chapter 3 Jason felt the sun from the open window pressing against his closed eyelids and slowly opened his eyes. For a second he was disoriented, he knew he was in his bed, but there was a heavy arm and leg thrown over him, and a warm body pressed up against his back. He stretched a touch to be able to see the clock on the nightstand and felt Alex shift in his sleep and press even closer to him. He felt the other man's cock wedged between his ass cheeks and the night before flooded through his mind. He remembered the wedding, how miserable he had been. Then he remembered going out on the deck and feeling like a loser. Then Alex had come out, he closed his eyes as he remembered how Alex had kissed him on the deck and felt his cock start to harden. He remembered the ride on the motorcycle to here and what happened afterwards. He wiggled a little as the night before played through his mind and he felt Alex's hand drift down over his stomach until he was able to wrap his fingers around Jason's cock. Jason whimpered as Alex kissed and licked the back of his neck. "Morning baby, what has you so hot this morning?" he asked softly running his lips over Jason's neck as he slowly stroked him. Jason shivered at Alex's words, and then rolled over so they were facing each other. Alex's hair was tangled around his face and Jason reached out and brushed it back, as he bucked against Alex's hand. "You," he said softly staring into Alex's eyes. Alex let go of his cock and smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Before Jason could react, Alex pushed him onto his back, and covered him with his body as he found Jason's lips with his. He kissed him gently at first then harder as he rubbed their bodies together. Jason whimpered against his lips and wrapped his arms around Alex's back as he moved against him. Alex slowly pulled his head back and looked down at Jason. "God I want to be inside you so bad, but I didn't think to get any condoms." Jason blushed and tipped his head towards the far nightstand. "There are some in the top drawer." Alex looked at him curiously for a minute then stretched over and reached in the drawer. He pulled out one of the foil packets and then moved over Jason once more. "I thought you've never..." Jason shrugged, "just figured be prepared in case it ever happened." Alex smiled as he sat back on Jason's legs and opened the packet. "Being prepared, I like that in a guy." Jason blushed and looked down, Alex laughed. "I love that I can actually make you blush." That just made Jason blush even harder. Alex just chuckled and moved down between the other man's legs, pushing Jason's legs up against his chest. "Hold your legs." He said. Jason did as he was told and Alex rubbed his finger lightly against Jason's asshole. His ass opened and the tip pressed in but when he tried to press farther, Jason winced. Alex looked up at him. "You've never put anything up here have you?" Jason blushed yet again, and shook his head. Alex just shook his head and pulled his finger loose. "Well you have condoms; did you think to buy lube too?" Again Jason nodded at the nightstand. Alex opened the drawer wider this time and found a bottle of lube. It had been opened but not much was used out of it. He just shook his head as he closed the drawer and moved back in front of Jason. "I sure have a lot to teach you." He said more to himself then to the other man as he squirted some of the liquid on his finger. Once again Jason shivered, that was the second time Alex made it sound like this was going to be an ongoing thing. He opened his mouth to ask if that was the case, but just then, Alex pressed his finger inside him and Jason's eyes rolled up into his head as he moaned. "Yeah, that's better," Alex said pressing his finger up to the last knuckle and working it a bit inside him before pulling it back. Jason moaned and dug his nails into his legs as he wiggled his butt. Alex worked his finger in and out a few times, feeling Jason's ass loosening around him. Then he pulled it free and squirted more lube on his fingers. This time he pressed two fingers inside the younger man. It was a bit tighter, but he worked at it until he was able to move them in and out as easily as with just one. Jason was moaning and tossing his head back and forth against the pillows as he clung to his legs. By the time Alex had three fingers inside him, he wanted more than just fingers. "Alex, fuck me." He cried then opened his eyes and looked at the other man. He couldn't believe he had just said that. Alex stopped pressing his fingers into Jason and just looked at him in surprise for a second. Then his eyes softened and he smiled. "You're wish is my command." He pulled his fingers free, wiping them on the blanket and squirted some of the lube on the tip of his cock. He rubbed it all over his cock, and then moved over Jason until his chest was pressing against the other man's legs. He pressed the tip of his cock against Jason's hole, but didn't press inside. "You sure this is what you want?" Alex asked holding himself up on his arms. In answer, Jason lifted up with his hips. Alex smiled and didn't ask again. Instead he slowly pressed forward with his hips and felt the head of his cock press against Jason's ass. It took a little coaxing, Jason wasn't quite open enough, but after a few tries, Alex felt the head of his cock slide inside. Jason moaned and tipped his head back as he felt Alex's cock penetrate him. Alex gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move slowly, as he continued pressing into the man beneath him. Jason felt him pressing deeper inside him and wiggled his butt as he moaned. He put his hands on Alex's shoulders and just rested them there as he looked up into his eyes. He could see the strain in Alex's eyes and lifted his ass, giving the older man a better angle. His cock slid further inside Jason and both men cried out as they felt Alex's balls hit against Jason's ass. "Oh my god," Jason sighed reaching between them and feeling where Alex was lodged inside him. "You're telling me," Alex said softly. Jason looked up and saw Alex's eyes wide with shock. He suddenly got nervous. "What is it?" Alex looked down between them, where Jason was still touching where they were lodged together. He shook his head then looked at Jason. "You have all of me..." Jason looked up at him curiously and ran his fingers over Alex's pubic hair. "Yeah, I can feel that." Alex shook his head again, "no, you don't understand. No one has ever taken all of me the first time. It always takes me working inside them to get them open enough to take all of me." Now it was Jason's turn to look surprised, he knew Alex was bigger than he was, but he hadn't thought anything of it. He had nothing to compare it to. "No one?" he asked still running his fingers over Alex. Alex shook his head and slowly pulled back on his hips. Jason let his fingers move over Alex's cock as it left his body and he moaned as he closed his eyes. Alex pulled about halfway out then started pressing forward once more. Jason whimpered as he felt Alex pressing into him again and moved his hands up to rest against the other man's hips. "God that feels good," he sighed as Alex slowly started moving inside him. Alex smiled but it was strained. "You have no idea," he sighed through his teeth as he forced himself to move slowly. Hearts & Flowers, That's for Girls Jason kept his eyes closed and moaned as Alex took him with long, slow strokes. He could feel his cock pressing against his stomach but didn't touch it. He kept his hands on Alex's hips, feeling him moving in and out of him. His breathing picked up and he wiggled his hips in time to the other man's strokes. Alex groaned and fought not to tear into the man beneath him. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and looked down at Jason. Jason's mouth was open slightly and he was breathing hard. He licked his lips and Alex groaned as he fought for control. He felt Jason's fingers digging into his hips and looked down at him once more. "Fuck me Alex, fuck me good." He said softly, licking his lips once more. Alex stopped moving and closed his eyes, trying to fight for control. "I don't want to hurt you." He growled through his teeth. He almost lost it when Jason tightened his muscles almost trapping him inside him. He opened his eyes once more. Jason was looking up at him through glazed eyes. I'm not made of glass, I won't break. Fuck me." He sighed softly. It wasn't what he said, but the way he said it. The softness of his tone, the total trust in his eyes that was Alex's undoing. He growled as he dropped his body down over Jason's, grabbing the back of the other man's head and jerking their lips together, his tongue swooping into Jason's mouth as he started pounding into him hard and fast. Jason was surprised at the suddenness of Alex's movements, but after a few seconds he wrapped his arms tight around Alex's neck, tangling his fingers in the other man's hair as he not only kissed him back hungrily but rocked his hips in time to Alex's powerful strokes. Alex was lost in a land of lust for a second, nothing mattered but the lips beneath his and the tight hole he was slamming hard into. He heard Jason whimpering and that just drove him to new heights. He pounded into him harder as he tried to shove his tongue down Jason's throat. He could feel Jason's cock trapped between their bodies and rubbed his stomach against it making Jason cry out against his lips. After a minute or two, Alex's mind seemed to clear some. He realized Jason wasn't whimpering in pain, he wasn't trying to get away. In fact he seemed to be trying to pull Alex closer, deeper inside him. His hips were rocking hard against Alex's so that when he pushed into Jason, the other man met him halfway. As realization dawned, Alex softened the kiss and slowed down his strokes. He pulled his lips from Jason's and looked down at him. Jason's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. "God, don't stop, I'm so close." Jason panted opening his eyes and looking up at Alex. Alex smiled as he sped up just a touch, "don't worry baby, I'm going to make you cum." He lowered his mouth to Jason's once again, but instead of trying to devour him, he coaxed his tongue against Jason's until they were kissing like lovers of old. Jason's arms were wrapped tight against Alex as he felt his body tightening. His breathing was harsh against the other man's lips and when he started shooting against his stomach, he actually screamed into Alex's mouth, the other man swallowing his pleasure as he felt Jason cum between them. Alex sped up his thrusts, not as hard as before but close as he fought for his own release. He reached down and grabbed Jason's hips, forcing him hard against him as he plowed hard into the other man. Jason cried out against him, kissing him hungrily, but Alex kept the kiss soft, unwilling to lose control again. When he got close he lifted his head and looked down into Jason's eyes. "You want me to fill you baby?" he asked roughly. Jason nodded then cried out, "yes, oh god yes." As he moved harder against him. Alex dug his nails into Jason's hips as he slammed hard into him and let go, his cum filling the condom. Jason felt Alex's cock twitching inside him and suddenly wished the other man wasn't wearing the condom. He wanted to feel Alex's cum spill inside him. He arched his body and raked his nails down Alex's back as he cried out his own pleasure. Alex dropped on top of him, completely spent and kissed Jason's forehead. "God, you are incredible." He said hoarsely as he slowly pulled free then rolled over onto his back. Jason laughed softly then turned his head and looked at Alex. "Right back at ya." Alex peeled the soiled condom off carefully, throwing it in the trash can beside the bed then turned onto his side and pulled Jason against him so they were spooning with Jason's back pressed to his chest. He wrapped his arm around the other man and nuzzled his neck. "I really don't want to leave." He said softly. Jason turned just enough to look at him. "Why do you have to leave?" Alex ran his finger over Jason's cheek making him shiver. "I don't have to; I can stay if you want me to." Jason rolled back over onto his side, pushing his body against Alex's as he grabbed the other man's hand, and entwined their fingers as he held his arm over him. "I don't want you to leave." He said softly. Alex smiled and kissed his back. "Then I'll stay," Jason felt his body relax as he realized Alex was staying. Then he laughed at the man's next words. "But that means you've got to feed me, I'm starving." Jason rolled over once more onto his back. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll see if I can come up with something for us to eat." Alex grinned and kissed him. "Now I can handle that." He rolled out of bed and pulled Jason until he was standing in front of him. "I've had a great time," he said wrapping his arms around Jason's waist. "I'm not ready to end it yet." Jason wrapped his own arms around Alex. "Does it have to end now?" Alex shook his head, "not if we don't want it to." Jason rested his head against Alex's chest as he closed his eyes and tightened his arms. "I don't want it to." Alex hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "Good, cause neither do I." Jason lifted his head and they kissed softly then Alex swatted him on the ass. "Feed me," he said with a laugh then just like the night before swayed out the door with just a touch sway to his hips. Jason shook his head, smiled then pulled on a pair of denim shorts and headed for the kitchen to see what he could fix them to eat. Chapter 4 Jason was standing at the stove scrambling eggs when Alex moved up behind him and pressed his still wet body against his back. Jason shivered and leaned back into him as Alex wrapped his arms around him. "I just realized I don't have a change of clothes." He said as he nuzzled Jason's ear. Jason was moving the spatula around the pan stirring the eggs and once again spoke without thinking. "You can always bring some over and leave them here if you want." Alex had been nibbling on his ear, but at Jason's words he froze. Jason stopped stirring and closed his eyes as he realized what he said. He stood frozen in Alex's arms waiting for the other man to pull away. They stood there like that for a minute, the eggs cooking on the stove forgotten. Then Alex spoke softly, "do you mean that?" Jason was quiet for a second, afraid to say yes but afraid to say no. Finally he just said what he felt quietly and went back to stirring the eggs. "Yeah, I do." He felt Alex just holding him, he could hear the other man breathing against his ear, but that was all. He was beginning to think he had said the wrong thing when Alex suddenly reached over and turned off the eggs before turning him in his arms. He took the spatula out of Jason's hand and stared into his eyes. "You really want me to be around that much?" Jason looked down, "I wouldn't mind, I mean I liked what we did last night. I want to do it again, and I like you," he lifted his eyes. "Not just the sex, but I feel like I know you, Rick has told me a lot about you and I'm sure there is a lot I still don't know, but I find I want to know you better." He sighed and looked down again afraid he had said to much but unable to stop. "I want to be a part of your life if that is what you want." Alex just stood there staring at him and Jason was sure he had completely blown it. He turned to go back to the eggs, but Alex tightened his arms around him and he lifted his eyes. What he saw, made him gasp, there were actually tears in Alex's eyes. "WH...what did I say?" he asked wiping a tear off Alex's cheek. Alex didn't respond, he just pulled Jason tight against him and kissed him like he was the last man on earth. His tongue pressed against Jason's lips and he opened willingly, melting into Alex's arms as Alex pulled him even tighter. It took Jason a second to realize this kiss was different than the rest. The other ones had been primarily about sex, this was a kiss of possession. It was like Alex was trying to mark Jason his in some way. When Jason kissed him back just as hard, Alex tangled his fingers in Jason's hair, holding him against him as he kissed him harder. Jason just clutched at Alex's shoulders, unable and unwilling to let go, he just clung and held on for the ride. When Alex finally came up for air, his cheeks were coated with dried tears. The eggs lay in the pan forgotten as Jason pulled Alex to the floor and into his lap. Alex wrapped his legs around Jason and just clung to him as he cried. Jason didn't what brought the tears on, but he just held the other man as he cried against his shoulder, making soothing sounds in his throat as if he was soothing a baby. The tears finally slowed, then stopped altogether but Alex still clung to him. "I have never had anyone want me like that. Not from the beginning, hell not even after the beginning." He said laughing sourly as he pulled back enough to look into Jason's eyes. He wiped his eyes with his hand and Jason reached up and grabbed the hand towel and handed it to him. Alex smiled and wiped his eyes and took a cleansing breath. "You told me last night that I had probably been with a lot of guys." Jason just looked at him. "Well, like I said, I've been with a few. But every one of them were just after one thing. They wanted to see if I was as good with my cock as they thought I would be." He balled the towel up in his hands and looked down. "Now I'm not saying I've never had anything but one night stands. I've had a couple actual relationships if you can call them that." He started wringing the towel in his hands avoiding Jason's eyes. Jason just sat there, watching him try to compose himself as he held his arms loosely around him. Alex laughed sourly, "well I guess if you can call almost 24/7 sex when we weren't working, eating or sleeping then I guess you could say I had relationships." Jason bit his lip to keep from interrupting but when Alex didn't continue he spoke. "So all they were after was your body?" he asked softly. Alex lifted his eyes and Jason saw they had a tortured look in them. "Yeah, pretty much, oh they all said, oh we can do more, but we never did. Whenever we were together, they always wanted to have sex. I would suggest going out to dinner or to a movie, they would be like oh, I'm not hungry right now and we can make our own movie. Then we would end up in bed together." Alex lowered his eyes once more. "You know last night is the first night I have ever actually just slept next to someone?" he lifted his eyes again. "None of them wanted to stay the night unless we were fucking all night. I never just cuddled up against someone and held them in my arms as I slept." Jason brushed a piece of hair back from Alex's eyes and smiled. "I liked sleeping in your arms." Some of the pain left Alex's eyes and he smiled. "I did to, I liked holding you against me, and it felt..."he stopped for a minute as if trying to gather his thoughts. "It felt natural, like you belonged there." Jason tightened his arms just a touch and Alex leaned into him, resting his head on Jason's shoulder. "I felt the same way." He said softly stroking the other man's hair. Alex wrapped his arms around him and just clung to him but started talking again in a soft voice. "After a while, I stopped asking guys to spend the night. I figured if all they wanted was my body, then that is all I would give." He pulled back enough to look at Jason again. "Last night, all I could think about was getting in your pants. I had no expectations, I figured we would fuck, then I would go back to my hotel and that would be it. He lowered his head. "When I asked if I could spend the night, I was terrified you would say no, or say something like sure, as long as we fuck all night." Jason opened his mouth to speak but Alex shook his head, so he closed it. "But you didn't say that, you just said yes and that was it. I was in shock, but I figured okay, well maybe you hadn't had enough yet." He ran his hand over Jason's face. "I slept better last night then I have in years. When I woke up with you in my arms, I felt like I had come home, like this is where I truly belonged." Again Jason tried to speak but Alex put his finger over his lips. "No, let me finish." When Jason nodded he moved his hand. "Then when I fucked you and you told me to fuck you, I was sure that was it. You had gotten everything from me you were going to want and I decided that if that was the case, I was at least going to make it the best fuck you ever had." Jason blushed, "I don't have anything to compare it to, so I wouldn't know." Alex laughed and Jason felt his body relax even more. "Yeah, I wasn't thinking about that." Jason just smiled and shrugged, not sure what to say. Alex kissed his nose and pulled back a touch. "Anyway, when you said you didn't want it to end yet, I felt a spark of hope. I thought maybe I had found someone who possibly wanted more than just my body." He took a shuddering breath and looked into Jason's eyes. "But when you said what you did about me leaving clothes here and what you said after..." He cupped Jason's face and stared into his eyes. "You barely know me, we just met last night. All you have to go on is what my brother has told you and he hasn't been around me in years. He doesn't know what I have done to survive." This time it was Jason who put his finger against Alex's lips. "I don't care, I meant what I said, and I want to know you better. I don't care what you have done with other guys. The past doesn't matter; it's what you make of the future that matters." Alex smiled and kissed Jason's finger pulling it away from his mouth and wrapping their hands together. "Damn near throwing my own words back in my face. Such a low blow." He smiled to soften the blow. Jason smiled and looked down, "doesn't make them any less true." Alex lifted Jason's chin and smiled. "I know it doesn't and I would truly love to get to know you better Jason. But I do have to leave tonight." Jason felt his heart fall and sighed. "I understand." Alex lifted his head once more, "hey," Jason lifted his eyes. "I'll be back, I just gotta go home and take care of some stuff. Remember, I don't live here. I only came up for a couple days for the wedding and to see Rick and my mom. I wasn't planning on staying." Jason's eyes lit up, "you're really coming back?" Alex smiled, "If you really want me to." Jason tightened his fingers in his hand. "Oh I really do." Alex laughed as he pulled Jason's nails out of his hand. "Then I will, but you are going to have to give me some time. I need to take care of some stuff at home and find a place to live. I'm not living with Rick and your sister or my mom." Jason looked at him eagerly. "You can move in here." Alex looked at him seriously and squeezed his fingers. "It's a little early in the relationship to move in together Jason." Jason blushed and looked down again. "Yeah, didn't think about that." Alex pulled their hands to his lips and kissed Jason's fingers. "I'm not saying I wouldn't love to, but I think we should take things a bit slower. I mean we just met last night and already slept together, we need to take the rest a bit slower, make sure this is what we both want." Jason nodded, "you're right, sorry." Alex smiled, "don't be sorry. I'm glad you want me to move in. But you're young and I'm the first guy you have ever been with. I just don't want you looking at me 3 months or 6 months from now and saying you want to be with other people. I told myself if I found the one guy I wanted to truly be with, that he was it, there wouldn't be anyone else. I just don't want you looking back with any regrets." "I won't," Jason said automatically. Alex just looked at him and he lowered his eyes. "Well, I won't." he said defensively. Alex made him look at him. "That is fine, I just want to make sure you don't, fair enough?" Jason sighed and nodded, "fair enough." Alex kissed him quickly. "Good, now are those eggs salvageable, I'm still starving." Jason laughed as Alex moved to his feet and pulled Jason to his. "I'll make a fresh batch." "Okay, I'm going to go get dressed." Alex kissed him softly once more then left the kitchen and Jason went back to cooking. When Alex came back, he was dressed in the tux from the night before and Jason handed him a plate with scrambled eggs, ham and toast on it. They sat down at Jason's small dining table and ate their breakfast. About halfway thru, Alex commented, "I really should go check out of the hotel and grab my things." Jason had his fork halfway to his mouth but let it move back to the plate. "I thought you weren't leaving until tonight?" Alex looked at him with a smile. "I'm not, but I still need to go get my things unless you want me to run around in this all day." He pointed to the dress shirt and slacks he was wearing. Jason looked down at his plate. "You've got a point there." Alex took another bite of his eggs. "You're going to go with me aren't you?" Jason looked up in surprise. "Um...yeah, if you want me to." Alex reached across the table and took Jason's hand in his. "Of course I want you to. Once I leave it will probably be a couple of weeks before we see each other again, maybe longer." Jason lowered his eyes as the thought of Alex being gone that long sent a pain through his chest. Alex squeezed his hand again and Jason lifted his eyes. "I was thinking we could go check me out of the motel, bring my stuff back here, then maybe go catch a movie or something." Jason smiled and squeezed his hand. "I like that idea." Alex just smiled back, "cool." While they finished breakfast, they talked, about anything and everything. Jason explained how he didn't realize he was gay, at first but since none of his girlfriends turned him on sexually he was beginning to wonder. Alex told him how he had pretty much felt the same way, but that he met a man that took one look at him and knew he was gay. He had taken Alex under his wing so to speak, showing him not only how to take a dick inside him but also how to be with other people. Alex got a faraway look in his eyes as he talked about him. "I guess you could say he was more or less my first boyfriend. We were together for about 2 years before his wife found out and told him either give me up or lose her and the kids. He told me he didn't care much about losing her, but he didn't want to lose his children, so we split." Jason squeezed his hand, "that must have been hard." Alex looked at him and forced a smile. "Yeah it was, but after a while I realized he wasn't coming back, so I figured I could either pine for him or move on with my life. So I moved on with my life." Jason nodded not sure what to say. Alex pushed his empty plate away and looked at Jason. "I got a letter from his daughter about a year ago. She wanted to tell me her dad had passed away, but that he died with my name on his lips. She said 'I've never met you Alex, but I know you were very special to my dad, I think he loved you in his own way. Thank you for coming into his life.'" He chuckled sourly, "I cried as I clutched that letter to my chest. I didn't go to the funeral or anything, but I'll never forget him either."