1. Fiery Heat - an anonymous piece of fiction


    Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Fiery Heat 01 Damon stood in the foyer of the Thomas Mansion staring at the spectacle before him. Tristan Thomas, Caleb Thomas' son, not only had his tongue down the throat of a curvy young lady, but had his hand under her blouse as well, obviously feeling up her tits. At this time of the day? Seriously? The girl moaned loudly and suddenly tried to push Tristan off when she caught sight of Damon. "There's someone here TT." She managed to get out breathlessly. Tristan cursed and turned around to see who it was, drawing his hand from under Amber's blouse. "Damon Reid." Tristan said with a sneer in his voice. "What do you want?" Tristan asked, angry at the interruption. His dislike for the man was obvious from his body language. And why the hell not? Tristan asked himself. Damon thought he was a god. Handsome, rich, intelligent... you name it. The reason why Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never failed to throw Damon's accomplishments in his face. "Why can't you be more like Damon? He's responsible, reliable, he's got a head for business, any father will be proud of him..." Yeah yeah yeah yeah... too bad his father was dead so couldn't be proud of him. Tristan knew he was being mean but he could only take so much. Heck he was only twenty-one. And how oold was Damon? Twenty-fucking-six. Damon wasn't this responsible five years ago was he? He had to grow up when his father died and take over the running of their empire. Who else was there to do that but him? ...
    He was an only c***d after all so he had no choice but to grow up right? So where does his own father get off expecting him to act like Damon-fucking-Reid? He just finished college for fuck's sake... time to have some fun. "I have to talk to you Tristan." Damon said in that sexy baritone of his, making Tristan even more angry. Does the guy have any flaws? And why the fuck does he always call him Tristan instead of TT like everyone does? "So talk." He all but growled. Damon turned to look pointedly at the lady standing beside Tristan, staring at him like she was going to eat him up any second. "Amber go wait in the car will you?" Tristan told the flustered looking girl. He knew she was all gaga over the hunk standing in front of them. She was gaping like an utter idiot. Girls! But then Damon was known to have that effect on ladies. He was huge - very tall, about 6'2", broad, bursting with muscle. His dark blonde hair had been cut brutally short, exposing the strong column of his sun-kissed neck. One of Tristan's own s****rs had once said Damon's deep, powerful voice alone was orgasm-inducing. And that face...even he would admit, was simply beautiful. "So... what does my father want?" Tristan asked, knowing very well Damon was there on the instructions of his father. The two of them wanted to enter into some sort of business and his Dad had told him the day before that he wanted him to handle it. He had promptly told him he wasn't interested but his dad had cut him off saying ...
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