Chapter 15 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Blow my mind!

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Watching Damon intently, Tristan could see on his face an expression of pure satisfaction and… love? That couldn’t be! Damon seemed spellbound, amazed at the satisfaction Tristan had just given to him. Tristan moved up Damon’s body till his lips were close to his.

“Tris that was…”

But before he could finish, Tristan bent and covered his lips with his. He kissed Damon then, long, drawn-out, and passionate. Tristan caressed his lips, tasted them, his tongue stroking his, rubbing it. The kiss became frantic as Tristan’s fingers tightened in Damon’s hair. The kiss was so erotic Damon gasped brokenly into Tristan’s mouth.

“Untie me, Tris,” Damon whispered against Tristan’s lips.

Tristan sat up and stared down at Damon. He was beautiful. His abs standing out beneath that flawless skin and the soft patch of hair that led right down to where Tristan kneeled, straddling him, his chest…his gorgeous sculpted chest…heaving as he tried to catch the breath.

“Tris, please. I want to hold you.” Damon pleaded.

“Are your wrists hurting?” Tristan asked quietly.

“No.” Damon sighed after looking up at his wrists. He could sense that Tristan wasn’t ready to let him go.

“Then No. I’m not done with you just yet.” Tristan said pulling Damon’s jeans together with his boxer briefs off.

“Tris…”

“But one thing you should know…that orgasm you just had…must be cherished because you’re not going to get another any time soon.”

That got a groan from Damon who was getting hard again already. Tristan moved to the edge of the bed and picking up some of the shredded t-shirt, tied Damon’s ankles to the corners of the bed, leaving him spread eagle. Damon closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"Fuck, you're hot," Tristan said as he ran his eyes over Damon. "So goddamn sexy."

Then changing the music to Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On', Tristan started undressing, and it was so fucking sexy. But Damon couldn’t help laughing when Tristan actually turned sideways and arched his back a little with his hands on his hips and his elbows pressed back, mimicking a stripper’s move.

“Let’s get it on.” Tristan sang along sexily.

When Tristan stripped to his boxer briefs, he went down to a squat and came back up to a full standing position, with his hips swaying whilst he rolled the boxers off his body. Then he draped the boxers over the length of his erection and shook his hips raunchily.

“Yeah Baby!” Damon couldn’t help screaming at that sexy move. Tristan blushed but laughed excitedly and threw the boxers at Damon.

Just as ‘This I Promise You’ by NSYNC started playing, Tristan, his heavy erection bobbing in front of him, got back on the bed and started kissing a trail down Damon’s belly to the inside of his thigh, stroking down to his feet and kissing each toe.

“Christ Tris.” Damon gasped, “I don’t think I can stand this.”

“Endure.”

He proceeded to kiss his way up Damon’s legs, till he got to his inner thigh. Damon was at full mast by then, the metal in his piercing shining with all the pre-cum oozing out. He arched his back and then thrust his hips up, pushing his erection towards Tristan. The pleasure was already building up inside him. Tristan didn’t touch his cock but rather moved up to drop kisses on his stomach.

"C'mon, Tris." Damon groaned as Tristan licked and bit his firm tummy and hummed to himself.

"Patience, they say, is a virtue," Tristan muttered into Damon’s chest earning a curse from Damon.

Tristan leaned over to kiss Damon’s throat as he began to tease him more deliberately with his fingers. He was subjecting him to sweet torture and Damon didn't know how long he could stand it. He could already feel an orgasm building inside him which was rather surprising considering the fact that he had gone over the edge not too long ago. Tristan nipped lightly at his flat nipple, teasing the hard peak till Damon groaned harshly, his arms straining against the binds. If only Tristan would allow him to touch him, make him feel as good.

“Need to touch you,” Damon said. “Need to, so much. God, you have no idea…”

“I do. But you have to wait.” Tristan said drifting back down his body to suckle hard on his stomach. When he pulled back, Damon sensed how pleased he was to see a little red mark, a bruise forming. He licked down to his hip and without warning, licked the head of Damon’s leaking cock.

“Fuck Tris!” Damon groaned. He was so hard.

He gasped when Tristan slid down and started to nuzzle those heavy balls. From the earlier blowjob, he knew Damon loved having his balls licked and that’s exactly what he did. Damon thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. The building pressure in his groin reached its peak and he tensed.

“Oh fuck,” Damon groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna...”

But before he could even finish what he was saying, Tristan squeezed him hard at the base of his cock, stalling his orgasm.

“Fuck Tris!”

Then Tristan reached into the side drawer and took out the tube of lube. He squeezed some onto Damon’s already wet cock and some on his own fingers. Whilst stroking Damon and rubbing the lube on him, he used his fingers to open himself up.

“Jesus. That is so hot baby.” Damon gasped, his breath was coming fast as he watched Tristan fucking himself. He had never seen a sight so erotic. Tristan with his lips slightly parted, with tiny moaning sounds coming out of his throat, his hard cock leaking profusely. It was all he could do not to shoot right there.

When Tristan felt he was open enough to take Damon’s monster cock, he straddling his hips facing him and started to lower himself onto him.

“Fuck!” They both said at the same time, making Damon smile.

Closing his eyes, Tristan sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and dropped down. Heat raced up his spine. He tried to relax but Damon was so big. His body opened up one agonizingly slow inch at a time, stretched him to his limits. Tristan shuddered, still incredibly hard. He didn’t even realize he was gasping for breath until Damon spoke softly.

“Baby untie me. I want to help you.”

“No. I got this. Oh god, you’re so… thick.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Feels full but great.”

Then Tristan gasped and moaned loudly. He had all of Damon now. Tristan gasped when he felt the metal at the head of Damon’s cock rub over his pleasure button and fought the orgasm that threatened to explode out of him. He took in deep breaths but couldn’t stop it. He tumbled over the edge with a loud cry as spasms gripped the base of his cock and his ass tightened around Damon’s cock. Damon groaned, watching as thick ropes of cum shot as far as his shoulders, some splattering across his partially open lips. His tongue came out and clicked what was on his lips. Tristan’s body went limp and he fell against Damon. Damon knew he would give anything to be able to wrap his arms around the sexy man lying on him but stubborn Tristan wouldn’t allow it. Shit!

“Kiss me, Tris,” Damon whispered shakily.

“I’m not finished with you,” Tristan whispered back breathing hard.

“I know. Kiss me or let me touch you. Please.”

Tristan suckled and licked the side of Damon’s neck until waves of pleasure coursed through him and he shuddered, hardening even more inside him. Then he moved to give Damon a kiss so passionate, his toes curled. Damon surged up helplessly into Tristan, making him moan brokenly into the kiss. Tristan took a deep shuddering breath against Damon’s mouth, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. As he kissed Damon, Tristan’s hips starting to move, taking Damon deep.

“Ah, yes,” Damon gasped.

Tristan cried out as he moved to sit up, his rapidly filling cock prodding Damon in the belly. He felt like a total slut like this. This is exactly what he’d been craving…deep, hard penetration. It felt so good he just wanted to feel Damon moving inside him. He didn’t need anything else. Just this. He rode him hard. Tristan threw his head back and screamed when he felt the metal rub constantly on that button. He knew he wouldn’t last long.

He looked down at Damon through his lashed and reached up to twist his own nipples with his fingers. Then he started undulating sensuously, making Damon groan loudly.

“Oh, god. Don’t stop, Tris. You feel so good. Perfect.” Damon whispered shakily.

Damon was moving so much the restraints were biting into him, sending bolts of fire through his body. "Oh Fuck, Tris, please I have to cum." Damon heard the whimper in his voice and didn't care.

“Too bad. I’m not ready to give it to you,” Tristan said softly.