RHV

by DHP

  Red Hot Valentines

  An Erotic Collection

  Red Hot Valentines

  Copyright © 2014

  Published by Dark Hollows Press

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  Red Hot Valentines

  Copyright © 2014

  Contributing Authors: Destiny Blaine, Faith Gibson, AJ Kelton, Tavish Lee, Susan E Scott, Diana Sheridan, Danielle Summers, Shannon West

  Edited by Ashley Kain

  ISBN 10:1940756219

  ISBN 13: 978-1-940756-21-9

  Original Publication Date: February 2014

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  Table of Contents

  Five Easy Chocolate Pieces Danielle Summers

  Candy Hearts Faith Gibson

  The Young Man and the Sea Diana Sheridan

  Stupid Cupid Susan E. Scott

  Cara Darling Destiny Blaine

  Generous Reception Tavish Lee

  To Love, Honor, and Trust Diana Sheridan

  The Right Combination AJ Kelton

  Cupid, Inc Shannon West

  FIVE EASY CHOCOLATE PIECES

  DANIELLE SUMMERS

  Troy Pettifer tried to hide his loneliness and his horniness as he handed one box of chocolates after another to happy romantics. He liked working behind the counter at Five Easy Chocolate Pieces, a chocolate shop named after the owner’s favorite 1970s movie, and his boss had started teaching him how to make many of the confections they sold. The smell of chocolate and sugar tickled his nose all day, and customers were generally pleasant and happy. Chocolate made them even happier, but it was the day before Valentine’s Day. He had broken up with his last boyfriend about a month ago. A year and a half of hot sex had come to an abrupt end.

  He spent his days handing out chocolate to people in love who were probably going to go home and have sex. Then he went home alone. He ate dinner alone. He watched TV alone. Reclining on his sofa, he would fondle and stroke his penis until it got hard, thinking of the many good-looking men who found their way to the shop. He was so horny that it didn’t take long for him to come. And then, the next day he did it all over again.

  Troy kept telling himself that things would change. He was a young guy. He would find someone else. His friends had set him up with a couple of guys, very hot guys, and he had had a few hookups, but they left him vaguely unsatisfied. They left him still feeling alone.

  Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and he really wanted things to be different. He wanted someone to stroke his face and rub his beard the way his ex-boyfriend Jason used to. Troy remembered how Jason would be waiting for him at his apartment when he got home from work. As they embraced in greeting, they would grind against each other, slowly, tantalizingly. They were nearly the same height, so they could easily move their crotches against each other. Troy had loved feeling his dick against his underwear, loved the feeling of his dick getting hard and loved feeling Jason’s dick respond in kind. He could feel Jason’s hands on his ass, Jason’s warm breath on his ear. Then, Jason would stare into Troy’s steel-blue eyes and kiss him.

  Their tongues would intertwine. He would run his large hands across his creamy skin. They would roll around, occasionally knocking something over and fumbling to get each other’s clothes off. How they would laugh and, when they were both hard and aching for a good fucking, Jason would ease his way into Troy’s ass. As he thrust into Troy, he would squeeze Troy’s balls. Troy, his eyes half closed, would pump his dick in rhythm with the thrust of Jason’s cock. They would both come before collapsing in a sweaty heap.

  Then one day, Jason told Troy he wasn’t happy. And just like that, he left.

  And now one month later, on the day before Valentine’s Day, he was handing out chocolates to happy people who were in love and about to go and have hot sex with other happy people.

  He sold a dozen buttercreams to a girl convinced that her boyfriend was going to pop the marriage question tomorrow.

  A half dozen chocolate-covered strawberries went to a pair of lesbians who looked content with each other and the world in that moment.

  A box of chocolates filled with premium liqueurs, such as cognac, went to a guy who was proposing to his girlfriend tomorrow. He wanted the perfect chocolates to make it more likely she would say, “yes.”

  Aargh! Was he the only person who was going to be alone on Valentine’s Day?

  And then he locked eyes with a man buying five chocolate-covered cherries.

  “Kind of an odd number,” Troy said. He couldn’t look away from the man’s deep brown eyes. He couldn’t help but look at the rest of him either. An older man, his hair was just starting to turn grey. His shoulders were broad, and his chest looked hard through his white cotton Oxford shirt. It was the kind of chest that you could run your hands over all day long.

  The man looked back at Troy and said, “That’s okay, right?” His voice was deep and commanding. It wasn’t really a question. It was a statement that made it clear that it had to be okay.

  “Um, yes, sir,” Troy said.

  The man smiled. His teeth were perfect. He had creamy milk-chocolate-colored skin. “I like a man who calls me ‘sir’,” he said as he reached above the counter for his box of five chocolate-covered cherries. Their hands touched.

  Troy was speechless and melting inside. The line of customers in the shop was starting to back up, but he didn’t want to let go of this man’s gaze.

  “There are a lot of people waiting,” the man said. “I should go. How much do I owe you?”

  Troy loved meeting men who made the world disappear—, the people in line, the cash register, the sound the door made every time it opened with more people coming in.

  “Oh, yeah,” Troy said. “That will be five dollars and fifty-five cents.”

  “My lucky number,” the man said. He winked, took his chocolates, and left.

  The shop’s part-time assistant had to nudge Troy hard in the ribs to bring his attention back to the shop in the present. She giggled at him.

  Troy hoped that man would be back some day. He wondered whom he was buying the chocolates for. They were probably for some good-looking hunk he’d have hot sex with tomorrow. No matter what the man’s life was actually like, Troy had no trouble fantasizing about him coming back. Fantasies about looking into man’s velvet- soft brown eyes, tracing the curve of his smile with his fingertips, and massaging his cock kept him entertained and distracted for the rest of the day.

  By the end of the day, he was alone in
the shop. The shop assistant had left hours ago. His boss, a cheerful middle-aged woman, trusted him to clean up, leave the shop ready to go and lock up. She had left early to get a jump on celebrating Valentine’s Day with her latest boyfriend. “Cheer up, hon,” she had said. “You never know what’s just around the corner.”

  Troy only hoped that no one else would come into the shop because he wanted to get home sooner rather than later. One of his friends, Grant, had turned him on to a new gay porn website. He wanted to spend some time there after work. Officially, the shop was still open, with eight, now seven minutes left to go before closing. As he wiped down the marble slabs they used in the back area for tempering chocolate, he cast his mind back to earlier in the day to the man who had bought five chocolate-covered cherries. He was incredibly sexy. Troy closed his eyes to conjure up the man in his mind better. The smile, the curve of the man’s sensual mouth, the strong hands, the telltale outline in the crotch of the pants, it all came back to him in a rush. His hand went to his own crotch. He rubbed his dick through his jeans. Then, a little bell rang. Someone had come into the shop.

  “Shit,” he muttered and looked at the clock on the wall. Only two minutes to go before closing! Who could it be? Another happy person bent on buying expensive chocolates for a loved one, of course. Well, better get it over with. He hoped his apron concealed the outline of his erection. He took the few steps it took to get to the door leading to the front of the shop and put his hand on the doorknob.

  “Hello? Are you still here?”

  It was the voice of the man who earlier that day had bought five chocolate-covered cherries. The realization thrilled him. He didn’t know exactly what lay ahead, but suddenly he didn’t care if the man who liked to be called “sir” could see the outline of his erection. He hastily took off his apron.

  “Coming!” Troy said and smirked as he opened the door and crossed the threshold.

  “May I help you?” Troy asked. The reality of the man standing on the other side of the counter elated and scared him a bit. He could feel his dick getting harder, if that were possible, and straining against his jeans.

  “You may.” The man smiled.

  Silence. The clock ticked. They stared at each other.

  “I was just about to close up, sir,” Troy said. “Do you need more chocolate-covered cherries?”

  The man licked his lips and said, “Yes, but that’s not why I’m here. I love a man who calls me sir.”

  Troy started blushing.

  The clock ticked.

  “You can close up. You should lock the door so no one will disturb us,” the man said. “My name is Richard, but I would prefer you to call me ‘Sir.’”

  Troy came from behind the counter and locked the front door, turning the sign on the door from “open” to “closed.” He lowered the shades so no one could see in the shop. He turned around to see Richard standing there looking like, yes, a god.

  “Do you want some chocolate?” Troy asked. “We have some new varieties just for Valentine’s Day.” Okay, maybe not the smoothest thing to say, but it was the best he could come up with.

  “I think I want you on your knees,” Richard said. His smiling face was becoming sterner.

  “Can we discuss things first?” Troy said.

  “No. I’m not here to talk,” Richard said.

  Troy opened his mouth, thinking he would reply, but no sound came out. He realized he probably looked like a little lost fish. He felt so dorky, and Richard was so hot. It was disconcerting. He had never been with a man who clearly expected to be obeyed, but he had always wanted to. He got down on his knees. He could smell chocolate mixing with that scent that men emit when they are about to have sex. He could feel the cold floor through his jeans. He reached his hands up, assuming that Richard wanted a blowjob. Richard swatted his hands away and grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Troy’s hair was just long enough for Richard to get a good solid grip.

  “Boy, you’ve got a lot to learn,” Richard said. “What’s your name?”

  “Troy.”

  “Troy, what?”

  “Troy Pettifer.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” Richard said, yanking Troy’s head a little further back. Richard’s voice was getting deeper, a little rougher and a little more demanding. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

  “Troy, Sir,” he said.

  “That’s better, boy,” Richard said. “You’re learning quickly. I’ll do the talking. You do what I say.”

  “Um, okay,” he said. “I want that, too. You’re so beautiful.”

  Richard yanked even harder on his hair. “You clearly don’t learn that fast, but I can work with you. I will be good for you.”

  “Yes...um...Sir,” he said.

  There was a knock at the door from someone ignoring the “closed” sign and the drawn shades as Richard lowered his mouth to Troy’s. Richard kissed him. His lips were soft and hot and moist. The person stopped knocking and went away. And then there was quiet. They were alone together. Richard kept kissing Troy without letting go of his hair. Troy’s knees were getting a little tired on the hard floor, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be able to take whatever Richard could dish out.

  Richard pushed his tongue into Troy’s mouth. He pushed so hard that their teeth touched. Troy liked it. Their tongues played back and forth with each other.

  “I’m going to teach you to be a good boy,” Richard said. “I’m a good Sir. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Troy said. “I’m ready.” He’d been ready for a long time. His hook ups, while sexy, had never been like this. Jason was nice, but he wasn’t sure he wanted nice. He wanted Richard. He wanted this confident man’s cock deep inside him.

  “Get naked,” Richard said. “Now.”

  Troy paused for barely a moment, stunned by what was happening. This was real. And he wanted it so badly.

  “I said ‘now.’ Get naked now,” Richard said.

  Troy pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing a chest sparsely covered with short blond curly hair as Richard stood tall and watched. Troy wasn’t super hairy, but he didn’t shave either. His nipples were erect and begging to be played with. Richard kept staring and licking his soft, warm lips.

  Next, he removed his socks, shoes and belt. His jeans were the next to go, revealing a rock-hard penis and that he had neglected to put on underwear this morning.

  He started to speak and make excuses. He was nervous, and Richard was so impeccably dressed. He was so afraid Richard would leave.

  “Aargh! I was in a mood this morning. I think I forgot...” Troy stammered.

  “Shhhh,” Richard said, placing his index finger to Troy’s lips.

  And then Troy was standing there naked while Richard kept on his perfectly pressed clothes.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Richard said. “But I would like you to be quiet, like a good boy. And you need to get back on your knees.”

  Troy did so. This time the floor was even harder and colder on his bare knees. Richard unzipped his fly. His dick popped out, rock hard and raring to go.

  He brought it close to Troy’s face. Troy opened his mouth to take in the long, thick, brown shaft so close to his lips.

  “Have patience,” Richard said. “I will let you suck my dick, but you can’t come until I say you can.”

  That was going to be hard, thought Troy. His penis was already dripping the first few drops of pre-cum when Richard’s dick entered his mouth. It went in and out, sliding against Troy’s lips and teeth and hitting the back of his throat. Pre-cum from Richard’s dick trickled into his mouth. He reached for his own dick, but Richard grabbed his arms.

  “Tonight, you only get to touch your dick when I say you can. Or maybe only I should be allowed to touch your dick? It depends how good you are.” Richard smiled.

  Troy let out a guttural groan. He wanted to come so badly his balls hurt. He kept sucking on Richard’s penis. And just when Troy
felt he was losing his balance, Richard picked him up so he was standing. They kissed hard while Richard pinched Troy’s nipples. The first time he touched them was just a gentle brush. The second time was a little bit of a pinch. The third time was a long, tight squeeze. Troy squealed.

  “Did you like that, boy?” Richard asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” Troy said. “Can I come? I really need to come.” His voice was excited and panicked. He was really afraid he was about to blow his load without permission.

  “No,” Richard said. He pulled out something metallic from his pants pocket. It was cold against Troy’s skin, but he was afraid to look. He stared at Richard, looked down at their dicks, both hard and caressing each other as Troy swayed a little. He felt Richard pinch his left nipple hard. Then, so swiftly that Troy hardly saw him do it, Richard attached the nipple clamp. The pain was sharp, exquisite. He gasped. Now he really wanted to come, but he held back because he didn’t want to disappoint Richard by coming before he gave him permission to do so.

  With his long index finger, Richard flicked the ring of the nipple clamp ever so gently. For Troy, it was like a switch had been flipped on. He felt something like a surge of electricity through his body. He shuddered. It took all his mental strength not to come.

  “That’s looking good, but it’s incomplete,” Richard said. He took from his pants pocket the companion to the nipple clamp attached to Troy’s left nipple. He twirled it around his finger. He smiled. Then he repeated with Troy’s right nipple what he had done with the left — pinched it as if priming a pump.

  “Good boy,” Richard murmured.

  Troy’s breath came in ragged gasps. He closed his eyes and moaned. He flexed his toes. He hardly noticed the cold floor underneath his bare feet. His attention now was on his breathing, his dick, the effort it took not to come, his right nipple, his left nipple and Richard. Again, the sharp and exquisite pain flashed as Richard attached the clamp to his right nipple. Again, Troy could hardly contain his load.