Chapter 50: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Sweet nooner!

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“Don’t come in my arse. Come inside my mouth.” Tristan murmured, kissing Damon lightly on the lips.

“Damn baby!” Damon groaned. Just the thought of him finishing that way made him tremble. “You make me hot with just your words Tris. You hardly have to do a damn thing.”

Damon pushed Tristan’s pants down with his boxers, dropping to his knees to take them the rest of the way off, leaving Tristan standing nude, wet and hard as a rock. Before Damon got back on his feet, he watched the drop of precum that grew at the tip of Tristan’s cock. As it started to slide from the opening, he caught it on his tongue and licked at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. Tristan threw his head back and cried out.

A wild, animalistic lust surged through Damon, threatening to rob him of the little control that he had. He stood back up and turned Tristan around so that his back was flush against Damon’s front. He dropped tiny kisses on the back of Tristan’s neck as he reached for the bottle of oil on the shelf beside the shower. Slicking his fingers with the oil, Damon gently probed Tristan’s tight opening.

Tristan’s hot channel immediately clamped down on Damon’s fingers and dragged them deeper. He cried out as Damon’s fingers moved inside him, stretching him, working the muscles, easing them into parting as he slid deeper and deeper. Damon pulled out his fingers, oiled his cock, and lined it with Tristan’s lubricated hole.

Tristan gasped, feeling passion surge through his veins as the pierced mushroom-shaped head eased into his passage. Fiery pleasure began to build as he felt his muscles separate for the broad length pushing into it.

“Damon,” Tristan whispered shakily. He wanted to scream but barely had a breath for a whisper.

“God,” Damon breathed. “You make me so hot.” Damon’s voice was tortured as he held Tristan’s hips still, worked his cock further into him.

Finally, he sank in to the hilt, his cock throbbing, held tight and hot by Tristan’s channel as he writhed against the possession, squeezing his arse muscles. Damon cried out in pleasure, feeling the tight grip of Tristan’s channel along the broad length of his cock. He knew if Tristan didn’t stop tightening upon him, it would be over before it even started.

“Easy, Tris.” Damon’s voice sounded almost pained, beseeching.

“Fuck me, Damon,” Tristan demanded, his voice hoarse. “Damn you, fuck me now.”

Damon did just that. He started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but with the intense heat and pressure he was feeling, he couldn't keep it slow for long. He began to thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in as the water pounded down on them both. He could hear whimpers and grunts, wasn't sure if they came from him or Tristan, and didn't care.

Tristan was close, so close. His head rested on Damon’s shoulder, one hand curled around the back of Damon’s neck, his eyes tightly shut. He needed to come. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. His hand went to his leaking hard cock but Damon pulled it back, taking Tristan’s nipple between his fingers and twisting it hard.

“Damon please.” Tristan moaned brokenly. He felt he could not retain his sanity if he didn’t come soon. He turned his face toward Damon, seeking his lips. With a groan, Damon slanted his mouth on Tristan’s and kissed him fiercely. Tristan rocked back against Damon with a muffled moan, never breaking the kiss.

Then Damon’s thrusts increased, his cock slamming in, retreating, stretching Tristan, making him insane with the hard bite of pleasure that followed each thrust, hitting that pleasure button with his barbell repeatedly. Tristan didn’t stand a chance. He screamed as the tight coil of pleasure in his groin snapped, and ropes of cum shot out of his cock. Damon kept plowing into him, hitting his prostate throughout his climax, and he could do nothing but tighten around him further, his body trembling, shaking as agonizing, brutal pleasure ripped through him repeatedly. Tristan couldn’t stop screaming.

“I can’t…Damon please.” he cried out, fighting for breath, his voice ragged. He couldn’t take anymore.

Damon’s hips jerked spasmodically, his cock pulsing, throbbing. He buried himself balls deep in Tristan's arse, riding out the contractions of Tristan's muscles. A strangled scream erupted from his throat as his balls tightened up, signaling his impending release.

“Now, Tris.” Damon roared as he quickly pulled out of Tristan.

Tristan turned around and got on his knees, just as the first shot of cum landed on his cheek. Quickly sliding his mouth around the glistening head of Damon’s cock, Tristan caught the rest of the hard jets of hot semen on his tongue. He closed his eyes as cum spilled over his tongue in powerful bursts, swallowing repeatedly, drinking Damon down.

Damon couldn’t stop the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest. The magic feel of Tristan’s tongue against his super-sensitized cockhead, the swirl of that hot tongue around Damon’s barbell did amazing things to Damon’s system. His hands tightened in Tristan’s hair as he whispered Tristan’s name repeatedly, the muscles of his thighs clenching and unclenching. Damon’s breathing ragged as he trembled with the force of his mind-shattering release.

“Christ!” Damon gasped at the exquisite feel of Tristan’s tongue at the still leaking slit.

The only thing keeping Damon upright was Tristan’s hands on his hips. He pulled Tristan up and buried his lips in his hair, shudders still raking his body as he fought to catch his breath. A shaky and flushed Tristan relaxed fluidly into Damon’s arms.

“Tris?” Damon whispered his name as he brushed a wet tendril of hair from his closed eye. “Please tell me you aren’t hurt, Baby. You said you couldn’t but I was too far gone to stop. You okay?”

“Too much pleasure. No one has ever died of too much pleasure right?” Tristan murmured pulling Damon’s head down for a ridiculously sweet kiss.

“Not that I know of.” Damon chuckled. “That was mind-blowingly fantastic. Thanks.”

“Hey don’t thank me. I really needed that. I was so horny I was going out of my mind.” Tristan murmured.

“Slut.” Damon laughed softly.

“And what does that make you? A slut lover?” Tristan asked going up on his toes to bite Damon on his nose, making him laugh harder.