Chapter 7 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Lets play!

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Damon laid Tristan on his bed and proceeded to strip him naked.

“Damon, the light,” Tristan said shyly. After all, he was stark naked whilst Damon remained fully clothed.

Damon didn’t answer him. He stretched out on top of Tristan and captured his lips in a fierce kiss, a kiss that rocked his soul. Damon’s tongue pushed past his lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him, making him groan in hungry need as his cock became rock hard. Tristan wound his arms came around Damon’s neck and kissed him back for all he was worth.

“It stays on. I want to see you.” Damon whispered then.

Tristan made an agonized sound in his throat and closed his eyes. Unsteady fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and meet Damon’s gaze. They just looked into each other’s eyes, no words, no sounds but their harsh breaths. Damon pushed his pelvis into Tristan, his hardness more than evident.

“God, you make me crazy,” Damon muttered as he licked up the length of Tristan’s neck, biting down on the soft skin below his ear. Tristan shivered in pleasure as Damon’s teeth raked his skin.

He reached between them and unbuttoned Damon’s jeans, tugging them down and circling his dripping cock.

“Ugh.” Damon moaned helplessly, fingers digging into Tristan’s nape.

Dear God. He was so big. Tristan couldn’t get over the size of Damon’s cock.

Damon caught the uncertainty in his eyes and quickly reassured him.

“You’ll be fine.” He said getting up to shed off his clothes.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to take this monster up the arse.

That got a laugh out of Damon. He covered Tristan’s body with his again and started dropping kisses on his neck. He slid his palms across the hot, smooth skin of Tristan’s chest, loving the shudders Tristan couldn’t hide. He circled one hard nipple with a finger and bent down to take the other between his teeth.

Tristan moaned, back arched in pleasure, gasping as Damon licked and bit at his nipples. He sucked his nipples until they were hard and stiff, then made his way down Tristan's body, stopping to lick and suck and kiss every few inches.

“Damon…” Tristan groaned as Damon moved down, towards his leaking cock.

“Turnover and get on your hands and knees Tristan,” Damon instructed getting a frustrated groan from Tristan.

“Bossy,” Tristan muttered but did as he had been told making Damon grin.

Damon trailed his hand down Tristan’s back making him shiver. He leaned down and dropped kisses on his back, caressing him with gentle hands. His hands continued to slide down till they reached his arse. Tristan froze.

“Relax Tris,” Damon said dropping kisses on his arse cheeks.

Tristan’s face was flaming despite his arousal. Exposed as he was in that position, he knew Damon could see his hole. He was mortified.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” Damon asked huskily. Tristan could hear the reverence in Damon’s voice. And just like that, the embarrassment he felt disappeared.

Teeth nipped his left butt cheek, then his right. Breath hitched in Tristan’s lungs. He arched his back, waiting, heart thumping, pulse racing. Then he felt it. Something slick and hot and wonderfully wet skated over his hole. Oh, holy hell, and fuck! Damon’s tongue flicked over his hole, licking gently at the sensitive flesh. Tristan clutched at the sheets on the bed and willed himself not to come. He’d never experienced such unselfish pleasure before. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips. It felt so good.

He bucked, cried out. “Damon. Oh, God!”

Damon gripped his hips, pulling him back into his stiffened tongue. He tongue-fucked him, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again. Tristan was leaking like a faucet. He pushed back onto the tongue invading his arse, riding the waves of intense pleasure, abandoning all questions of why to just feel. Tristan thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was twisting the sheets in his fists, moving back onto Damon, needing more and getting it. The sensations were so intense that before he knew what was happening, he shot off like a fucking rocket. His body shook uncontrollably as his seed poured from him and onto the sheets beneath him.

"Oh God, yes!" Tristan screamed as he came, shooting hard and long. Damon hadn't even touched his cock. “Fuck!” He pitched forward on his stomach.

Damon reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. Then shifting Tristan back onto his knee, he poured a generous amount onto the wet hole. He leaned down and kissed Tristan’s back just as he slipped a finger inside him.

“Damon.” He gasped.

An incredible flare of aroused pleasure streaked through him as the tip of Damon’s finger pierced the little opening. His finger moved gently inside him, stroking deeper and deeper until the full length of it was buried in his channel.

Tristan moved back tentatively, trying to hold back the groan of pleasure as the finger slid out, then back in, tunneling inside him with carnal intent.

“You okay?” Damon asked in a husky voice. Every ounce of restraint he possessed was engaged right now, straining against the need roaring through his veins to just slam his cock into Tristan’s warm body.

“Yes.” Tristan moaned and gasped as another finger joined the first. He was raised perfectly for Damon now, his shoulders flat to the bed, his butt elevated for his decadent exploration. He tensed.

“Easy.” Damon’s hand smoothed down his back, gentling him. Then he curled his fingers inside him to brush against his prostate, drawing a loud moan from Tristan. Damon slid in a third finger and rubbed that button.

"Oh, god. Damon, please." Tristan heard the whimper in his own voice but didn't care. Whatever Damon was doing in there was out of this world. Damn! Tristan rocked back faster, fucking himself on Damon's fingers. He was hard again and leaking profusely. The erotic sound he was making was driving Damon crazy. Damon couldn't take it any longer.

“So hot and sweet, it’s almost impossible to wait to sink inside you,” Damon said huskily.

He reached for a foil from the drawer and tore it open. He was so hard he thought he might bust a vein if he didn’t come soon. One-handed, he rolled the rubber on, his fingers still stretching Tristan's ass, working the lube in. He poured a generous amount of lube on his sheathed cock, slid his fingers out, and moved up, guiding his cock to Tristan's arse.

"Ready for me?"

“Just fuck me, will you?" Tristan ground out, trying to move back.

"Just had to ask, Tris. Just had to ask."

The bloated head of his cock pressed against the sensitive entrance. Tristan was on fire. He could feel his flesh stretching around Damon’s cock, cupping the throbbing head as his body stretched to accommodate the thick erection sliding in.

"Oh, sweet Lord. So tight. God, Tris, so good."

Tristan’s fingers gripped the blankets as he trembled beneath Damon. He was scared. The sheer domination of the act was overwhelming him like nothing he had ever done before had. The head of Damon’s cock finally slipped in fully, popping through the tight anal ring as Tristan bucked, crying out beneath him. It hurt.

“I’m sorry, Tris. I know it hurts but I won’t move until you relax and the pain fades.”

The head of his cock was embedded in him now, throbbing and filling his channel with a heat Tristan didn’t know if he could survive.

“I’m okay Damon,” Tristan said in a soft but breathless voice.

“You sure?”

“Dude move,” Tristan said making Damon chuckle.

His hands held Tristan’s hips steady, his big body looming over him as he began to work the thick tip in and out of him. He was sinking deeper with each small thrust, stretching him further. With each ripple of movement inside him, the small channel accepted more and more of Damon’s erection until finally, he screamed out in pleasure/pain as the full length slid inside the tight depths.

Tristan could feel Damon’s pelvis pressing into his butt cheeks, his hands gripping his hips, holding him tight against him, his thighs holding him in place. He was impaled in a way he could have never imagined possible, his muscles easing around Damon just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to his whole body.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked in a strained voice above him. Damon had never known such intense pleasure. Fuck! He wished he could feel Tristan without any barrier. He never went bareback. But there was always a first time…right?

Tristan felt Damon easing out of him and groaned in protest. He loved the feel of that cock inside him.