1. Fiery Heat Ch 5


    Date: 6/4/2016, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    was going to fall out. “N-nothing.” He stuttered. Then decided to add when Adriana still stood there watching him. “Actually I have a slight pain in my right ankle. But it’s nothing to worry about.” He lied. “If you say so. See you later.” And with that Adriana went out, closing the door behind her and leavig Tristan with a pounding heart. ‘Shit!’ Tristan muttered. Damon-fucking-Reid’s dick was even creating problems for him. Who the fuck had such a monster dick anyway? He only saw such dicks in porn videos. Damon sure was in the wrong profession. And that piercing definitely took it to another level. Damn! He was getting hard just picturing that weapon. Surprisingly the man attached to it could be such a sweet person. Tristan remembered how Damon had sat behind him in the big Jacuzzi in his bathroom and caressed him sweetly as the warm water soothed his sore behind. He had wanted it to never end. Eventually they had to get out so he could bring him home. Damon had received a text from a friend who wanted to propose to his girlfriend in the presence of Damon and some other friends. So he said he was going to head over there after dropping him off. Tristan was missing him so much already. He needed his touch, his desire. His craving for those things was a gnawing hunger, making him restless and edgy. He had no idea how he was supposed to fall asl**p when all he could think about was being in Damon's arms. What the fuck was happening to him? It could be a result of that sweet ...
    kiss Damon had given him before he had gotten out of his car. Now that was some kiss. When Damon stopped the car in front of his gate, they had both remained silent for a while. Then Damon had reached over and taken Tristan’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers. Tristan had stared down at their hands, taking in Damon’s large long fingers curled around his. “What are you going to do this afternoon?” Damon asked quietly. “Nothing. I’m just going to have a well-deserved sl**p.” That got a soft laugh out of Damon. “Are you that tired?” “Dude, let’s just say I need to get off my feet.” Tristan retorted with a pout. "Your so cute." "Fuck off." Tristan laughed, blushing slightly. Then Damon leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss so sweet it turned his insides into mush. Damn the man could kiss! His big, warm hands framed Tristan’s face as he bent his head and kissed him. Slowly. Carefully. Too carefully. Tristan could sense Damon’s reluctance…trying to keep the kiss light, to deny his need to stroke the heated depths of Tristan’s mouth as he obviously wanted to. Tristan couldn’t have that. He touched Damon’s lips with the tip of his tongue. And then Damon went wild, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, his tongue spearing between Tristan’s lips, kissing with a starving greed that sent Tristan tumbling into such erotic sensations he wondered if he would survive them. He moaned helplessly when Damon’s mouth took his, plundering its depths with his seeking tongue. That kiss was ...
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