Chapter 43: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… Mile-High Club!

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Tristan hooked his fingers into the waistband of Damon’s boxer briefs and slowly pulled it down together with his jeans. Thank God Damon had already taken off his boots. When Damon was magnificently naked, Tristan proceeded to pour more oil into his palm and started to massage his abs. From the moans and groans coming from Damon, he knew was doing a good job. When he got to his stomach and hips, he didn’t touch Damon’s erection which was pulsing as though he hadn’t just orgasmed. He moved to his thighs.

“Tris please.” Damon groaned. “And aren’t you wearing too many clothes?”

Tristan laughed and swiftly removed his t-shirt. “Better?”

“No. Lose the pants.”

Tristan unzipped his jeans pants but left it on and continued with kneading Damon’s thighs. When he got to his toes, he took one into his mouth and sucked on it as though he was sucking a lollipop.

“Christ!” Damon’s body jerked. He made to get off the table but Tristan pushed him back. Then he proceeded to massage his feet.

Tristan released Damon’s feet and slowly took off his own jeans and boxer briefs. His hard cock slapped against his tummy, the tip wet with pre-cum. He took hold of Damon’s thighs and pulled his arse to the edge of the table. Then taking his hard cock into his slick hand, started stroking him slowly.

“That’s it, baby. Feels so good.” Damon’s eyes closed.

Tristan leaned over Damon and latched onto his nipple with his teeth. He bit, soothed, and sucked until Damon was writhing on the table. With Tristan’s thumb and forefinger working on the other nipple, and his other hand stroking that big pierced cock, Damon was delirious with pleasure. Tristan released the nipple from his mouth and took Damon’s lips in a sizzling kiss that left him breathless. In that position, Damon could feel the tip of Tristan’s cock right at his entrance. Before Damon knew what he was doing, his mouth was moving.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

Tristan stopped moving, “What did you say?”

Damon gulped. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked huskily. Though he was shocked, he couldn’t stop the surge of excitement that burst inside him or the heat that traveled up his spine at Damon’s words.

“Well, it must be good if it can cause people to pass out right?” Damon grinned.

“You know, you really have to watch what you say to me right now you asshole. I could destroy this arse and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Tristan gave a mock scowl. Damon was obviously never going to allow him to forget when he had passed out after their very first fuck.

“Do your worst.” Damon husked.

Tristan started stroking Damon’s cock again. “Ever bottomed?”

“What do you think?” Damon said shaking his head no. “There’s a first time for everything right? And who better to initiate me into it than the love of my life? You’re up to this aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah. I learn from the very best.” Tristan drawled and without warning, leaned down and took Damon into his mouth. This time, he sucked just the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the barbell inside his piercing.

“Oh, god.” Damon breathed.

Tristan moved down and took in his balls, slurping and sucking on them, drawing more moans from Damon. Then taking the seat Damon had been sitting in earlier, Tristan grabbed Damon’s legs and pushed them up, exposing his virgin puckered hole. Then tentatively, Tristan licked that twitching hole.

“Oh fuck!” Damon exploded.

Tristan tongued Damon’s hole, loving his ecstatic moans. Damon bucked, squirming, wanting more. He almost lost his mind when the tip of Tristan’s tongue speared inside.

“Tristan…God, please.”

Tristan tongue-fucked him so sweetly that he thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was writhing on the table, moving back onto Tristan, needing more. Damon couldn’t breathe, was past speech, the sensations too intense for him to articulate anything. All he could feel was Tristan's tongue fucking him, and then Tristan’s hand was moving up to grip his cock, stroking in time with the sucking and licking.

"Oh, God yes!" Damon moaned, willing himself not to come.

Then Tristan’s tongue was being replaced by a finger. Damon gasped. Tristan took his time. Never going too fast and Damon appreciated it. Then he was adding a second finger, pegging Damon’s gland again and again until he thought he’d go crazy.

“Tris just…please fuck me already.” Damon groaned, spurting so much pre-come.

Tristan added a third finger and felt Damon tense. He wanted to ensure that Damon was open enough to take him. Though he wasn’t as big as Damon, he knew he was big.

“I’m sorry,” Tristan whispered. “Just a bit more, okay?” he asked as he slowly stretched Damon’s entrance.

When he thought Damon was stretched enough, Tristan pulled out his fingers and stood up. Damon felt the tip of Tristan’s lubricated cock at his entrance and took a deep breath.

“You know what to do,” Tristan said softly looking into glazed blue eyes. Damon nodded and pushed out as Tristan entered his body. His heart was racing, his prick rigid between them as he gave up control to Tristan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Tristan gushed.

“Fuck. Damn.” It hurt. More than he’d expected. But then Tristan wasn’t small. He had a pretty big dick. How the fuck was Tristan able to take his monster dick? He felt Tristan’s jerky movements as he tried to control himself. “Hey, I know what you really want to do…slam inside. Don’t!” Damon growled.

Tristan laughed shakily! “Twerp! Yeah, I want to do just that. But I’m not gonna.”

Tristan pulled out ignoring Damon’s protests. He poured more oil to slick his cock and started to push back in. He eased in more, an inch at a time till he was fully seated within Damon.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a strained voice.

“I’ll live.” Damon’s voice was tight with equal strain. He couldn’t begin to describe the feeling of fullness and completion.

“Breathe Damon.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m gonna do the fucking this time thank you very much.”

Before Damon could answer, Tristan, leaned down and took his lips in a kiss so sensual, Damon totally forgot about the pain and started moving, losing any ability to restrain himself as his hips started lifting of their own accord.

“Move.” Damon groaned.

Tristan eased out of his body and slid back in with ease. On the second stroke, he hit Damon’s gland and he went crazy.

"Oh God, Tris.”

Damon’s balls drew up tight, his cock ached and he thought his entire body was going to explode with the fire ripping through him as each thrust grated over his prostate. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he shuddered and gave a low, incoherent moan.

“Ah fuck, this is amazing,” Damon gasped.

Tristan slid out slow and then pushed back in hard and fast. He didn’t say a word as he rocked, his cock moving inside Damon just enough to nail his gland and make him whimper. He straightened, braced his hands on Damon’s hips, and set a hard pace. Damon met him with each stroke, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure as Tristan’s dick kept brushing over his button, sending fireworks dancing over his nerves. It felt so good.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Tristan panted, slamming home again, seating his prick deep inside Damon. “God, you feel so fucking perfect. Still okay?” he asked and earned a nod in return.

They fell into a natural give and take, the only sound the slap of skin and the heavy, rasping breathing of hard sex as they both took what they wanted, what they needed, from the other.

Tristan’s thrusts slowed down, his eyes holding Damon’s as captive as his body. Damon couldn’t look away. He felt captivated, felt so much love he gasped and contracted around the cock plowing into him. Then Tristan leaned over him, burying his face against Damon’s neck.

“I want to stay in you forever.” Tristan gushed. “I love you so fucking much.”

Damon’s heartbeat quickened at Tristan’s words, his body tingling. “Same here Tris. Same here.”

With a moan, Tristan slammed his lips unto Damon’s and moved his hand between them to take his cock in his slick palm. Tristan milked that cock! He hammered into Damon, shoving deep inside him, causing Damon to cry out as a powerful orgasm tore through him.

“I got you baby. Come for me.” Tristan husked against Damon’s lips.

“Tris!” Damon cried out and shot, his seed coating his stomach and Tristan’s hand, his hot channel contracting exquisitely around Tristan.

Tristan didn’t stand a chance against that delicious squeeze…he came a second later with a hoarse cry, his face buried against Damon’s neck. Damon wrapped his arms around Tristan. As limp as he felt, he still did not let go of Tristan. It was several minutes before either could speak.