Fiery Heat ch 3 - Sex Stories

Fiery Heat ch 3

... in the seat, sliding one bent leg in between them so that he faced Tristan directly. God he wanted to lick those lips so bad. “Okay what do you want to talk about?” “What do you mean, what do I want to talk about? I want to understand this. Are you gay? Am I? What is happening with us? Damon I’m confused. And I can’t talk to anyone else about this so here I am. Help me understand.” Tristan finished, looking every bit confused as he claimed. For someone who claimed he was confused, Damon thought Tristan looked insanely sexy and extremely fuckable. Damon had to make an effort to ignore the lurch of his cock beneath his jeans and concentrate on what he was saying. “Dude, did you hear anything I just said?” Tristan queried noticing Damon absent- mindedness. “Sure sure.” Damon replied clearing his throat. “First of all there’s no US.” “I didn’t mean it like that jeez.” Tristan retorted sounding frustrated. “Second of all, I’m not gay.” Damon went on as if Tristan hadn’t spoken. “I’m bi-sexual. You know what that means right?” “Yeah yeah yeah. You enjoy fucking both babes and guys blah blah blah. Same shit if you ask me. I am not gay.” Tristan said with a scowl. He drew his lower lips in between his teeth and nibbled on it, lost in thought. “Stop that.” Damon said softly. “Stop what.” He asked looking more confused. “What you were doing with your lips. It’s making me hard. And I believe we’re here to talk.” And just like that, Tristan became hard. “Shit.” He muttered. He wasn’t ...

... wearing anything beneath those sweatpants, so Damon could clearly see his cock growing. Tristan froze and lifted his head, meeting Damon’s gaze. His lips parted on a gasp when he saw the heat and hunger in Damon’s eyes. They mirrored the need coursing through Tristan. “Oh, God.” The whispered words tore from his throat. “Fuck this.” Damon growled and grabbed Tristan’s head , dipped his head and took Tristan’s lips in a sizzling kiss. Tristan curled his fingers in the front of Damon’s t-shirt and held on. Molten lava spread through him, nice and slow, matching the rhythm Damon set as he flicked his tongue in and out of his mouth. Tristan moaned, reeling under the intense heat. Just a kiss and he wanted to strip naked and ride Damon into tomorrow. He was leaking so much his sweatpants had a wet patch where his cock pushed against it. Damon moved a hand around Tristan’s waist and pulled his hips closer to him in the middle of the seat. Tristan was so lost in all the delicious sensations, he groaned in protest when Damon separated their lips. Damon pulled the sweatpants down Tristan’s hips and freed his leaking cock. “Damon what are you doing?” Tristan asked breathlessly. His hard cock slapped against his covered stomach and the gushing pre-cum leaked onto his t-shirt. He didn’t think he had ever been this hard in his life. “Something I need to do. I can’t think when I’m this hard.” Damon said taking Tristan’s cock into his hand. He gave it a hard stroke and Tristan groaned, tendons ...