1. Fiery Heat - an anonymous piece of fiction


    Date: 7/4/2017, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    IQ because he didn't strike Damon as the type of person who would go out of his way to study. He just had the brains but probably thought all he had to do was study and spend daddy's money. Oh and he did know how to spend the money. With his good looks, he could have any girl he wanted. Tristan was about 5'8" tall with his dreamy green eyes, blond hair which was always tapered on the back with side swept bangs which seem to fall in his eyes all the time. Tristan Thomas was a handsome, intelligent spoilt brat. Damon laughed to himself. Handsome? Hell yeah. To him, Tristan was devastatingly handsome. He had always thought so. Not that he fancied him or anything. He had never looked at him in that light before. He was just a k**. Or so he thougtt till he had seen him today. He was all grown up and boy was he hot. Damon's penchant for dating both men and women was known by those close to him. But Tristan was way out of his league. In fact he couldn't stand the boy. But he had promised his dad who was a good friend of his late father. So he really hoped Tristan dragged his stubborn arse to Caleb's office as he had told him to because he didn't want to see the hope die in the older man's eyes. *************************************************************************** When Tistan stepped into the elevator in his father's office building at six o'clock that evening, it was with the intention of having a serious talk with his dad about his disinterest in his project before Damon the ...
    Mighty showed up. The last thing, person, he expected to see inside the lift was it's blue eyed lone occupant. Blue eyes clashed with his green ones. "Damon." Tristan greeted curtly. "Tristan." Damon answered equally curt. Then the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. Neither man said anything. Tristan noticed that Damon was still in his jacket but this time, there was no tie. Standing there with his jacket open and his hands shoved casually into his trouser pockets, he looked relaxed but so in control. Why was he here this early anyway? The meeting was supposed to be at 7 p.m. right? He was just about to ask him when he heard the noise, then the movement of the elevator ceased and there was total darkness. "The fuck...?" Damon growled. "Oh my God." Tristan groaned. "I th...think there...there's a problem." He stuttered sounding like he was being strangled. "Let's hope they sort it out soon enough. Just what i need." Damon muttered. All that could be heard in the car was their breathing. They waited. Then Damon heard it. A tiny sound...like someone was sobbing. "Tristan?" He called Nothing. "Come on talk to me man. Are you ok?" But all he could hear was muffled sounds coming from Tristan. Then it just came to him...Tristan probably had a fear of darkness. "Triston, come on, talk to me." But he still wouldn't say anything. Damon took out his blackberry Z10 phone hoping to use its flashlight application for the first time. But his battery was down to one bar. Damn! ...