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Fiery Heat Ch 5

Date: 2/18/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

That should knock you right off.” "I'd rather you talk to me." came the soft reply Damon’s heart missed a beat at the soft request. "I can do that." And talk, Damon did. He talked about how the proposal went, how he intended to relax the following day because it was a holiday, how he would love to spend the day with Tristan and other unimportant stuff. He talked till he heard soft breathing on the other end of the phone indicating that Tristan was sl**ping. He sat there for a long time listening to Tristan breath. Damon knew something was happening. And whatever it was he didn't have the strength to fight it. "Tou've got it real bad dude." The deep voice from the corner of the room startled Damon so much, he nearly dropped his phone. “Fuck Chris! The hell!” Damon exploded. “Ever heard of privacy?” “Hey I was here first. It isn’t my fault you didn’t see me.” “And what the fuck are you doing here?” Daman demanded making Chris chuckle. “Wanted to take a quick nap. But thanks to you, I ended up listening to a sappy phone conversation. Tell me…does the man know you’re fucking his son?” Damon groaned rubbing his eyes with his hands in frustration. “None of your fucking business dude.” Damon retorted with a dark scowl. “Be careful man. This could blow up in your face. And affect your business with his Dad." Chris said quietly. “I don’t know how to handle this Chris. I’m so confused right now. That k** is getting under my skin. No scratch that…he’s in my bl**d. Can’t get enough of ... him.” “Wow!” Chris raised up both palms as if he was trying to fend off an attack. “Too much information dude. Just be careful okay?” Chris advised leaving the den and an even more confused Damon. "Fuck!"Damon swore. He was confused, unable to think of what to do. He raked his fingers through his short hair in frustration. To make matters worse, he was unbelievably horny on top of everything else. Maybe what he needed to do was to get Tristan out of his system. Damon shifted in his seat, remembering the exquisite feeling of being deep inside Tristan. He wanted to be naked and pressed against every hot inch of Tristan’s body right this moment, having raw, merciless, scorching, and amazing sex. Damon knew he had to do something and fast. He straightened up in his seat suddenly, as if some decision had been reached in his mind. Tristan was supposed to travel to Paris in a week’s time to see to the Albatros project. Damon and Caleb had invested massively in that business. A chain of luxury hotels and resorts in France, that Damon planned to ensure got ranked as the Best Hotel Chain in France, in the next two years. Tristan was asked to head that project because of his knowledge of the French language. He spoke fluent French. Damon smiled as he remembered a younger Tristan having a conversation with one of Caleb Thomas’ French business associates at a business dinner, about four years ago. Damon had been amazed at Tristan’s command over the French language. Damon’s plan was to ...