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Fiery Heat - an anonymous piece of fiction

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

"Come on give me your phone Tristan." He demanded of the man, who he could see from the little light emanating from his phone, huddled in a corner of the car. "I didn't bring it." He sniffled. Didn't bring it? Who the fuck goes around without their cell phone? Damon shrugged off his jacket and put it on the floor. Then went to Tristan. "Come here." He said reaching for his hand and pulling him up. Then he drew him into his arms. Tristan clung to Damon and buried his face in the crook of his neck. Damon felt him trembling all over and rubbed his back whispering soothingly into his ears. "Shhh...I've got you. You'll be fine." After a while the trembling stopped and Tristan started getting embarrassed. But the last thing he wanted to do was get out of Damon's embrace. He felt so safe. But then he started feeling other things as well. Like how warm Damon felt, his tight sexy body, his slight breathing on his neck which was making him tingly all over. Damn, he smelled good. Tristan's pulse sped up. He knew what was happening to him and he wasn't amused. He was getting aroused. Shit! What the fuck was wrong with him? He was doing his best to ignore the erection in his pants growing bigger with each stroke of Damon's hand over his back. He held his breath, shifting so his lower half wasn't pressed against Damon. The hard-on would be a dead giveaway of how he was feeling and it was very embarrassing. "I need to move." He said in a choked voice trying to move away. Hearing the ... unsteady nature of his voice, Damon pulled him tighter to him. Damn he felt good. All sleek and hot against him. "You sure you're okay Tris?" He asked huskily. God, the way he said his name made his stomach flutter. Tristan's heart pounded rapidly. Damon sounded so sexy...and his name on his lips...he didn't know how to describe it. He held his breath, cursing his traitorous body as his cock pulsed and throbbed. Then Damon dropped a kiss on his neck. Tristan couldn't help the moan that tore out of his throat. He wondered what would happen if this man kissed him. He wanted Damon to kiss him. Turning his face, he sought out Damon's lips but his movement caused him to grind against Damon. "Fuck!" Damon swore, trying to avoid grinding the bulge of his own erection against Tristan's. "Stop it." Damon growled. His hot breath singed Tristan's cheeks. But Tristan could hear the arousal in his voice, and wouldn't have been able to stop even if his life had depended on it. He drew Damon's head down and took his lios, tongue stabbing deep inside without asking for entry. Silent screams of protest, of fear, ricocheted through his mind, but his body, his flesh, ignored every wailing demand that he stop. His tongue swept into Damon's mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of his. Damon moved a hand from around Tristan's waist and sunk it into his hair, fingers digging into his scalp and took over the kiss. And damn he could kiss. An electric longing jolted through Tristan's body making ...