El Vendedor de Flores

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Por cerca de tres meses, lo vi diariamente en la esquina, a la salida de la autopista. Me sentí atraído por él desde el primer momento. Nunca olvidaré ese día, cuando lo vi vendiendo flores; bajo un calor inusual, pues se trataba de mediados de invierno.

La oscura piel de su torso desnudo brillaba ante la intensidad del sol. Su cuerpo estaba perlado de sudor, y a pesar de estar disfrutando la escena, no pude evitar sentir lástima al verlo trabajar bajo esas condiciones; sin embargo él parecía disfrutarlo.

En cada oportunidad le compraba flores. Aparte de que me gustaban, más me gustaba la sonrisa en su rostro cuando le compraba algo.

El poseía las más finas nalgas que jamás haya visto. Entallado en esos jeans su trasero me volvía loco. Me lo imaginaba desnudo y excitado, frente a mí, con sus ojos negros mirando a los míos, y sus labios tentadoramente abiertos. Pero eso era imposible. O por lo menos eso pensaba.

Una tarde en particular, me sentía muy cansado después de una larga jornada de trabajo, y me apresuré para ver si todavía estaba allí; por lo menos el verlo me haría sentir mejor, aunque sólo intercambiáramos algunas palabras; pero algo me decía que compartíamos un interés mutuo aparte de nuestro
origen mexicano.

El traía puesta una camisa blanca de algodón, abierta casi hasta la cintura mostrando su duro y lampiño pecho. Los pezones se notaban claramente a través de la delgada tela. Traía puestos unos jeans que le entallaban completamente sus duras piernas. En ocasiones robé miradas furtivas hacia él, pero esta vez lo miraba abiertamente, era imposible no hacerlo.

Traté de entablar conversación, pero me dijo que quería tomar un descanso y que si me interesaba acompañarlo; que estacionara mi carro en el lote cruzando la calle. Por supuesto no me resistí.

Me dijo que su nombre era Antonio, y sellamos el principio de una larga amistad
con un apretón de manos.

Intenté buscar las palabras adecuadas, pero en mi interior luchaba por no dar a notar mis sentimientos, y él parecía provocarme. A momentos metía su mano entre la camisa y se acariciaba el pecho. A veces su mano rozaba “accidentalmente” el frente de sus pantalones. Cuando supo que lo miraba, suspiró, al tiempo que separaba sus piernas haciendo que su miembro se deslizara hacia una pierna donde se hacía visible.

“Me he dado cuenta que te gustan mucho las flores”. Dijo. “pero todavía no sé cuales son tus favoritas, rosas o claveles” “La verdad es que me gustan los alcatraces” contesté. “Pero casi nadie los vende por este rumbo”
“¿De verdad? Son también mis flores favoritas. Tengo algunas sembradas en mi casa, y recién florecieron unas de color naranja y rojo brillante. ¿Te gustaría ir a verlas?
Sólo atiné a decir: “por supuesto, vamos”
Su rostro se iluminó y brilló con una sonrisa. Su emoción era contagiosa.
“Entonces, sígueme”. Agregó.

Realmente me impresionó cuando lo ví subirse a una camioneta pick-up nueva; pero mi sorpresa llegó a su límite cuando llegamos a una casa de dos pisos en las afueras de la ciudad, cerca de las montañas. La fachada tenía un toque muy arquitectónico.

La casa estaba rodeada de un campo lleno de una variedad de flores, incluyendo rosas, crisantemos, tulipanes y, por supuesto, diferentes tipos de alcatraces, blancos, amarillos y rojo-anaranjados.

Él estaba lleno de sorpresas. Era el dueño de la florería localizada en el camino a su casa, pero en las tardes prefería vender sus flores en esa esquina donde le redituaba buenos ingresos. Había decidido trabajar duro para poder construir su casa y pagar la nueva camioneta. Además que le gustaba el trato directo con la gente. Todo este negocio de las flores lo había aprendido de sus padres en México.

Me llevó hacia la parte trasera en donde cortó unos alcatraces y me los dio. Sus ojos brillaban intensamente, yo creí que de orgullo, pero descubrí la verdadera causa cuando noté que sus ojos recorrían mi cuerpo de arriba abajo.

Se acercó tanto que hasta pude percibir su candente aliento en mi rostro. Su timidez desapareció. Colocó sus manos a cada lado de mi cintura y me atrajo hacia él. El contacto con su cuerpo me paralizó. Entonces me rodeó con sus brazos y juntó sus manos detrás de mi cuello. Me besó profundamente en la boca y le respondí de inmediato, introduciendo mi lengua en su boca, y después procedí a besar su cuello.

“Ho, Sssii” me decía.

Nos besamos por un rato hasta que recordé que estábamos afuera, pero me dijo que no había por qué preocuparme, que había completa privacidad donde estábamos.

Se quitó la camisa y rápidamente se despojó de sus pantalones. No me había equivocado cuando imaginé su cuerpo; cada músculo estaba labrado a perfección.

Entonces me ayudó a quitarme la ropa. Quedamos completamente desnudos en segundos. Fue allí donde perdí el control y me junté a su cuerpo desnudo y comencé a besarlo de nuevo. Mordí ligeramente el lóbulo de su oreja y deslicé mi mano por su pecho y su ombligo hasta llegar hasta su palpitante erección. Tomé entonces control de la situación.

Ese hombre fuerte y trabajador resultó ser un muchacho inexperto que necesitaba protección y amor, de lo cual yo tenía mucho para darle, con que sólo me permitiera conducirlo por los intrínsecos caminos del placer. Las caricias continuaron, pero me encontraba ansioso por poseer su delicioso trasero.

Lentamente nos acostamos sobre las flores y procedí a tomarlo enseguida.

“Estoy un poco nervioso”. Me dijo.

Sólo pude responder: “No te preocupes, seré cuidadoso, no lo tenemos que hacer si no quieres”
Pero por supuesto que yo sí quería. Y discretamente me fui colocando un condón, por suerte siempre cargo uno conmigo por lo que pueda pasar.

Levanté sus piernas hacia mis hombros.
El calor producido entre nuestros cuerpos nos mantuvo completamente
lubricados. Encontré resistencia al principio, como es natural; se retorció de
placer. Me mantuve quieto, sintiendo cómo sus músculos abrazaban mi carne
y luego se relajaban. Empujé lentamente en una serie de inserciones cortas, cada una provocando un gemido y permitiéndome penetrarlo más.

Me salí casi por completo dejando sólo la punta para después atacar otra vez hasta el fondo. Sus piernas estaban abrazadas a mi cintura mientras su cintura vibraba en movimientos circulares que me permitían llegar más adentro. Me recargué sobre su pecho para poder besarlo en los labios.

Pude sentir cómo mi candente columna crecía en sus entrañas, y estoy seguro que él lo sintió también, porque continuaba moviéndose bajo mi cuerpo causando que soltara una abundante carga dentro de él. Mientras su miembro comenzó a pulsar entre nosotros, y gimió fuertemente pegado a mi boca, al tiempo que sentí un flujo de líquido caliente cubriendo nuestros estómagos. De pronto nos vimos envueltos en un ambiente con aroma de sexo y flores.

Continuamos viéndonos hasta que un día me llamó algo tarde a mi casa para avisarme que su mamá no se encontraba bien y que él tendría que regresar a México. Intercambiamos cartas, emails y llamadas telefónicas, y entonces supe que esto se había convertido en una amistad muy especial que perduraría por siempre.

The Flower Boy

For about three months, I had seen him everyday at the corner, right at the exit of the freeway. I got attracted to him from the very first moment. And I will never forget that hot day, unusual if we consider it was in the middle of winter, that he was selling his flowers. The dark skin on his nude torso shone under the merciless sun heat.

Pearls of sweat covered his body, and despite of the enjoyment I was experiencing, I couldn’t help to feel bad for him working on those conditions, but he seemed to be enjoying it instead.

Every time I got the chance, I would get a bouquet of flowers. Besides the fact that I like them, I really enjoyed the smile on his face every time I bought something from him.

He had the finest buns I’d ever seen. His jean encased butt drove me crazy. I imagined him naked, erected in front of me, his black eyes gazing into mine and his juicy lips slightly parted tempting me involuntarily. But I knew that was impossible.

Or at least that is what I though.

One particular evening, I was feeling so tired from working a long shift; but somehow I hurried to see if he was still there, at least by seeing him made me feel better, even when we could only exchange a few words; but something inside told me that there was a mutual interest that we shared besides our Mexican origin.

He was wearing a thin white cotton shirt, open almost to the waist, which displayed his hard, hairless chest. His dark nipples showed completely through the material.

He had a pair of jeans that hugged him from crotch to calves. I had been stealing glances at him, but now I really looked, it was really hard not to do it. Those clothes looked like they were specially made for him.
I tried to have a quick conversation as usual, but he told me to park my car in the lot across the street, he wanted to take a break, and ask me if I didn’t mind joining him. Of course I could resist the offer, so I did as directed.

I learned that his name was Antonio, and we sealed the beginning of a friendship with a hard handshake.
I tried finding something to talk about, but it was kind of hard not to let my feelings show, and he looked like he wanted to tease me. At times he putted his hand in his shirt and caressed his chest, or some times his hand brushed slightly against his crotch. He knew that I was looking, he sighed slightly and shifted, and his legs spread wider, allowing his member to push further down the leg of his pants, making it more visible.
We started a conversation ignoring where it would take us to.

“So, I noticed you like flowers a lot” he said, “but I still cannot tell which ones are your favorite ones, roses or carnations”

“The truth is that my favorite flowers are calla lilies” I said “but no one seems to sell them around here”
“Oh, really? Those are my favorites too. I had grown a lot at my place. In fact I planted some that had already bloomed and those are bright red and orange.

Would you like to go to my place to check them out?”

Mentally I shivered and almost moved but I controlled my reaction. That was music to my ears. I could only say: “Sure. Why not. Lets go”.

His face lit up, and his warm friendly grin shone on his face. His excitement was catching “OK. Follow me”. He added.

I was really surprised when he walked to a nice large pickup truck and got in. And my surprise grew bigger when we got to a two story house in the city limits, close to the mountains. The front was built with nice architectural touch. The house was surrounded by a field full of the most exquisite variety of flowers, including roses, chrysanthemums, tulips, and of course, a big variety of calla lilies, white, yellow and orange-red.

He was full of surprises. He owned the flower shop that we had just passed on our way to his house, but in the evenings he liked to sell flowers at that corner where he made most of his profits. He decided to work two jobs until he completed his house and finish paying the new truck. Besides, he enjoyed the direct contact with the people, he had learned all about the flower’s business from his parents, in Mexico.

He pulled me to the back and grabbed a bunch of calla lilies and handed them to me. His eyes sparkled intensely, it could be the pride for his flowers, but when his eyes traveled up and down my body, I discovered the cause of it.

He got so close until I could feel his hot breathing against my face. His shyness disappeared. He placed his hands at each side of my waist and pulled me closer. The contact with his body chilled and frightened me. Suddenly he put his arms up and clasped his big hands around the back of my head. He kissed me full in the mouth and I responded immediately. I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth, I began kissing his neck. “Oh yeess” he sighed, and lay back.

We kissed and kissed until I remember that we were outside, but he told me I had nothing to worry about, the back field of his house offered complete privacy.

He stripped off his shirt, and quickly stepped out of his jeans. I had not been wrong in picturing his body; every muscle on his body was chiseled to perfection.

Then he helped me shedding off my clothes. We were completely naked in no time. I lost control of myself. I grabbed his naked body and started to kiss again. I nibbled on his ear and slid my hand down his chest and his belly until I grabbed his tool. I had complete control on the situation.

That hard working man turned out to be an inexperience guy that needed some love and protection, and I had plenty of both for him, if he just let me take him to the intrinsic paths of lust and passion. The foreplay continued for awhile, but I was dying to posses his delicious butt. I always have a condom with me for situations like this, and now was the perfect time to use it.

We slowly lay down between the flowers and I proceed to take him right away.

“I’m a little nervous”, he told me.
I could only respond: “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, you don’t have to take it if you
don’t want to”
But of course I wanted him to.

I raised his legs up to my shoulders. The intense heat built up between us had our bodies completely lubricated. I found some resistance first, as natural; he squirmed with delight. I held still, feeling his muscles squeezing me tightly, and then relaxing. I pushed slowly into him into a series of short stabs, each one bringing a soft groan from his mouth.

When I had buried my stick all the way in, his mouth opened, as he moaned and allowed me to penetrate him deeply.

I slid out until just the head was inside, and then slid firmly all the way in.
His legs wrapped around me, while his hips wiggled to allow me to go in further.
I pressed myself against his chest and kissed him hard on the lips.
I could feel my hard tool growing inside him, and I’m sure he could too, because he continued squirming under me, causing me to loose a big and copious load into him.

Meanwhile his own member started to pulse between us, he groaned loudly into my mouth, and I felt a hot stream of liquid coating our stomachs. All of sudden we got surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of sex and flowers.

We continued dating until one day he called me late at night, and he told me that his mom was not doing well and he had to move back to Mexico. We had exchange letters, emails and phone calls, but I know this turned out to be a good friendship only that will last forever.

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