Chapter 8 Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Ecstasy!

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“Lie on your back Tris.” Damon husked.

Tristan turned to lie on his back and looked up at Damon, saw glazed eyes hot on him and a beautiful erection that glistened from the lube. He couldn’t help the moan that tore out of his throat. Damon was just so perfect like that.

"God Tris, you look so hot, laid out like this. Want to fuck you over and over."

“No objection. But if you want to fuck me so bad, why did you stop?”

“Do you trust me, Tris?” Damon asked softly.

“That’s a trick question right? ‘Cause with the way you treated me…” Tristan drawled and grinned teasingly at Damon.

“Come on Tris, I’m serious here,” Damon growled.

“Yes. I trust you.” He said softly.

“Enough to do this without protection?”

Tristan’s eyes widened. He had never done that before. He did trust Damon, but with his own reputation, he was surprised Damon trusted him enough to take that chance?

“Yes. But do you trust me?”

“Hmmm…I’ll take my chances.” Damon laughingly said, jumping back to escape the kick aimed at him.

Damon removed the rubber and Tristan gasped as he took in just how huge he was. He eyed the barbell that was wet with all that pre-cum.

“Damn you’re huge” Tristan breathed as he watched Damon slick his cock with lube.

Damon chuckled and leaned over Tristan. He caught his face between his hands and kissed him, soft and oh so fucking sweet. A slow and gentle caress, Damon's lips soft and full, teasing and playful. Tristan trailed his fingers gently down Damon's spine, and back up. He stroked Damon just as sweetly as the man was kissing him.

“Ready?” The metal at the tip of Damon’s cock was teasing at his hole and Tristan was about ready to shoot his load just from that and the husky sound of Damon’s voice.

“Yeah.” Tristan could barely breathe.

Damon gently pushed in. He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside him, easing him open. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside Tristan.

Tristan twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as he felt Damon stretching him, feeling a fire raging inside him that threatened to destroy his sanity. He whimpered, suddenly nervous despite the incredible pleasure filling him. He was stretched so tight around the broad shaft now that he could feel every vein, every detail of the velvety shaft working inside him.

Then everything changed. Tristan felt the metal rub whatever Damon had been rubbing with his fingers inside him earlier and nearly went out of his mind with pleasure.

“Damon.” He screamed, trembling all over.

Slowly Damon began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as possible. The metal at the head of his cock rubbed over Tristan’s prostate with each movement making him drool from all that pleasure. His hands were ripping at the sheets, his head tossing as Damon began to pump gently inside him, stroking deeper, and filling him further as his channel slowly relaxed enough to allow it to freely slide in and out.

“Tris, ah God. Baby, you feel so good,” Damon groaned breathing hard as Tristan arched, taking him deeper.

Filled and consumed, Tristan wanted more, needed the bite of metal in him, needed to really feel it.

“Faster please,” Tristan whispered helplessly.

Damon picked up speed, knowing the exact angle that will drive his cock onto that pleasure button. He grabbed Tristan’s hips, pulled out completely, and thrust in deep, giving Tristan what he asked for, listening to his groans of pleasure as he plunged in and out of his arse.

"Oh God, right there, please right there." Tristan cried.

Damon groaned and nailed Tristan’s gland faster and harder, again and again. Tristan was hot around him, his body tensing and clutching at his cock, his entire body shuddering. His face lost in pleasure. Damon wanted him that way forever.

“Shit!” Damon swore. Where the fuck had that come from? Tristan was getting under his skin. That was not okay.

Damon buried his face in Tristan’s neck, held him tightly in place, and started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but he knew that with this intense feeling, he couldn't last long. He thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in and he could hear whimpers and grunts but wasn't sure if they came from him or Tristan and didn't care.

“Damon?” Tristan’s voice was strained, overwhelmed by all the feelings coursing through him. Pleasure rippled through him again and again, with every hot shove of Damon’s body into his. Like this, Tristan thought. I want him just like this.

“I can’t wait.” Damon gushed fighting for breath now, for control. “I can’t wait, baby. You’re so tight, so sweet…” His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. “Christ…You feel so good.”

Damon brought his face up to see whether Tristan was okay when he felt him trembling and whimpering. And the look in his eyes was something Damon would never forget. It was enthralling.

"Fucking perfect, Tris. So fucking hot. Shit, you have no clue what you do to me." Damon whispered brokenly.

He took Tristan’s cock in his hands and pulled with long hard jerks of his wrist whilst his hips kept thrusting. Damon then leaned down and kissed Tristan, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. Then he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in and owning Tristan. Tristan moaned into the kiss, blinding ecstasy spiraling through him, his cock throbbing.

Streaking arcs of sensations tore through Tristan’s body with each thrust, driving him higher, hotter, until it reached its zenith. He tightened around Damon, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. The slap of flesh, the sucking echo of hard strokes into the well-lubricated tunnel of his arse, and his own desperate, strangled screams heralded his orgasm.

Like a supernova, he exploded. White heat filled him as he shot ropes of cum over Damon’s hand, his arse clenching around Damon. Tristan's eyes roll back as he kept coming. He wasn’t far from oblivion.

"Ah, fuck!" Damon felt everything in his body tense when Tristan tightened around him, could feel his orgasm race from his skull down his spine and up his cock in a rush, felt his cock pulse and throb as he shot deep into Tristan. He threw his head back and screamed.

Tristan bucked and writhed beneath Damon. His body was consumed by his intense release which ripped through his mind with such agonizing pleasure that before Damon had finished filling him with his hot seed, darkness overtook him.

Damon eased out of Tristan and fell on the bed beside him, his legs unable to hold him up. He was more than aware that the violent orgasm that had ripped through Tristan had left him unconscious. Damn. He’d never fucked anyone into a faint in his life.

He dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There, he cleaned himself, then wet a towel and returned to the bed. He cleaned Tristan carefully, wiping away the semen and lube on his butt and thighs before spreading the delicate cheeks and gently cleaning the cleft. Traces of his semen still spilled from the reddened gaping entrance.

Shit! He was going to be very sore. His eyes closed, remembering the brief glance he had allowed himself of Tristan’s flesh stretching around him, hugging his cock, driving him out of his mind with pleasure.

Damon returned the towel to the bathroom and came back to bed. One more thing…he was never one to cuddle up after sex. But for the life of him, he didn’t understand why he wanted to hold Tristan whilst he slept.

After making a quick call to Caleb Thomas, Tristan’s dad, he pulled Tristan into his arms and wrapped a strong arm around him. He pulled up the comforter to cover them and smiled when Tristan mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled into his chest.

He was so fucking adorable. Damon bent and kissed him on the forehead, then drifted off to sleep with the smile still in place.