1. Fiery Heat ch 4


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    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 u*********s. 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 gapping 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 sl**p with the smile still in place. ...
    *** Tristan's eyelids fluttered open as warm sunlight intruded on his drowsy slumber, caressing his ravaged body. He lay sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed, half on his back and half on his side, his limbs heavy under the sheets, unwilling to obey him. He hurt all over. He groaned as he tried to sit up. Fuck! The distinct ache inside his arse reminded him of the previous night's events. “Oh fuck!” He swore out loud. Had he really allowed himself to be ploughed by Damon? He buried his head under a pillow and spewed out some curses. How the fuck was he going to be able to face him this morning? And he wasn’t even in bed with him. Meaning he was awake somewhere. Tristan groaned again. Then he started thinking about what happened between Damon and himself the night before. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was mind-blowingly fantastic. Shit! Damon had defiantly rocked his world. At this point, Tristan was grinning like an idiot. With a laugh he hopped out of bed and cursed loudly at the ache that sliced through his butt. He walked slowly into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then brushed his teeth with a spare tooth brush which Damon had obviously left for him. He couldn’t find his clothes but realized there was a clean sweatpants and a matching grey t-shirt on the couch near the dresser, so he wore that and went downstairs to look for Damon. Better to get this out of the way…the morning after. He wasn’t looking forward to it at all dammit! ...
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