Roth mindlessly drove around after exiting the hotel, ashamed at what he had just done. Despite it being Mandy’s profession and Roth knowing that she must have received worse, he felt bad for only having used her for sex and walking out on her without even turning back to look at her. But he needed to fuck someone’s brains out to get his own brains to start functioning. Tristan’s unintended confession had made matters more complicated for Roth. Earlier he was of the idea that Tristan was only physically attracted to him, but now as Tristan’s breaking voice kept echoing in his ears, he was compelled to be open to the idea of Tristan being in love with him. Earlier it was easy being around Tristan, having his fun teasing him, watching his body perk up responding to Roth’s touch, but now he could not deliberately hurt his feelings. It would fill him with guilt if he would take a woman back home knowing it would hurt Tristan. Roth did not like the position it put him in, it annoyed him
Tristan arrived at Craig’s party just by the hour. The crowded room had people everywhere sporting expensive looking suits or dresses that would most probably be discarded after the night would be past. Greetings were offered out near the entrance but Tristan managed to dodge that. Adding his nicely wrapped perfume to the pile of presents, Tristan spotted empty bottles of wine underneath the table, probably put there by the waiters.As for the people in that crowded area, they reminded him of the beer bottles: empty and useless. As he stepped over the god-awful mess, he noticed the music playing in the background. At least the melody drifting through the busy atmosphere was good. He weaved his way through the crowds of champagne-bearing waiters and extra loud people, he finally spotted what he was looking for: a quiet space by the corner. As Tristan let the waiter fill up his glass of wine the third time, his eyes scanned the room for Roth, but there was not a sign of him to be seen
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of h
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of h
They had been into the party a good few minutes when Tristan started to feel like if he was not there, he would not really be missed. Besides, parties were not really his suit anyway. Roth would always be the center of attention - especially of ladies’. There would always be a lot of flirting and touching involved, and Roth being Roth, was not exactly reserved himself, so he flirted back, all of which caused Tristan’s stomach to turn into knots, as he chugged glass over glass of champagne, killing his time through the party. There was a girl in a navy blue dress that hung just below her butt, which Tristan was sure that she would flash the whole party if she would bend over. She had strawberry blonde hair and a pretty smile that never seemed to leave her face. Tristan had spotted her dangerously near Roth a couple times. Great! As if Craig was not bad enough. Craig kept rubbing at Roth’s arm or putting his hand behind Roth’s waist to establish his connection with Roth in front of hi
Not paying head to his expression having gone blank, she turned to look at him and asked, “Say, why don’t you party like him?” Tristan did not meet her eye, and kept looking straight at Roth, he said, “Because I am not him.”“But you want to be.” She said suggestively.Tristan merely shook his head. That was all he had to express for the enormous feelings he had about Roth. They were too complicated to be put into words, and would especially go over that pretty little brunette’s head. “Then why have you been looking at him longingly for hours too?” She leaned in with a sly smile playing on her lips. Tristan was caught off-guard as he jolted up and turned to meet her eye, his face masking a look between shock and horror. He suddenly felt scared of her, she was seconds away from uncovering the biggest secret of his life. Even though he quickly recovered, his initial shock had not escaped Eeanor’s notice, as she calmly stood, drawing circles along the edge of her wine glass, looking
“You joked!” She softly said, still under the impression of shock, “Wow, oh gosh, I didn’t think you could say anything other than yes, no, or pure profanity.”Tristan rolled his eyes and swatted at her arm, as she laughed away. That was true though, it was very unlike Tristan to loosen up this quickly around someone, but it was just something about Eleanor that made him want to trust her. It was a little past midnight when Eleanor's car pulled up in front of Tristan's mansion. Both of them looked at each other for a brief moment before she said, "Are you expecting me to get out and open the door for you? Because I'm not going to do it." Tristan shook his head and laughed lightly, hanging his head for a while before looking up into her eyes, “I had a good time tonight, Eleanor.” He genuinely meant it, it had been ages since he had hung out with someone other than Roth, and as much as he thought he would not feel good, he felt good. This girl reminded him a lot of Roth, but she also
Now, the tip of his dick was pointing up to her chin. Her motions became exaggerated, elongated, and it was exactly what made Tristan wish it was him in her place. “Cum for me, baby,” she murmured, the strokes slowing to an agonizing yet tantalizing rhythm.With a drawn-out moan, Roth came, the cum spurting up onto the smooth skin of her chest. She took his cock in her hand, trailing the tip between her breasts before running the pad of her thumb over it seductively. As Tristan swallowed gulps on saliva, his own cock fully erect inside his tight pants. Tristan felt like someone was clenching his chest tightly as he saw Roth grab Veronica and kiss her passionately. Unable to withhold any more, he dragged his feet to his room with a heavy feeling inside him. Would Roth ever kiss him that passionately, he doubted that. Roth would never be his, he was certain of that. x - x - xNext morning, they were in the kitchen - Roth in an unusually cheery mood. As Tristan was beating the eggs to
Tristan leaned back, and could feel the cool air on his ass. He was nervous, feeling very vulnerable in this position. He could feel his tongue in that special place. Unable to see, Tristan soon felt his finger tip press against his ass. Tristan suddenly wanted to be dominated by Oliver, completely lost in his trust for him. His finger made several attempts, and after a fresh coating of saliva, entered Tristan. The pain was only slight, and he felt him move inside. He touched a part inside, and Tristan felt his whole body respond. With no direct touch, he felt his orgasm suddenly explode. The cum hit the wall behind him. Oliver quickly grabbed his cock, and the second blast hit him in the face before he could get him inside his mouth.Tristan felt his warmth surround his cock, as he finished the most intense orgasm of his life. Tristan’s body felt like jelly as Oliver withdrew his mouth from his limp cock. Words could not describe the pleasure he had just experienced, nor the love he
But Oliver didn’t, he looked at Tristan for a while, before getting real close, and touching him first with his hand.“You got pre-cum on the tip," Oliver whispered in Tristan’s ears, making the hair on the back of his neck go up, then he moved his mouth to Tristan’s cock. He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored Tristan’s balls and the region below. Tristan had never experienced anything this erotic and stimulating. He wanted more, and began to push Oliver’s head down for more.Tristan could feel his hips rise and fall with his suction. He became more frantic as he approached climax. His groans were pretty loud as he shot the first volley. Oliver was surprised, and quickly withdrew his mouth, dripping cum. The second volley hit him square in the face and hair. He used his hand to ensure Tristan was finished.x - x - xRoth slid his hand up her stockings until his fingers touched the bare skin of her thighs, then abruptly pulled her legs open. His left hand sli
Then suddenly the lights of the living room went out, Oliver knitted his brows together in confusion. It was not completely dark because there was some light from the kitchen. The light of Tristan’s bedroom was now on, as visible from the tiny crease under the door. Oliver got up, he understood that it was Tristan’s doings but he didn’t understand the motive. And then the bedroom door opened, and Oliver understood the motive as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. This time, Tristan wasn't bashful as he was stripped naked and was covered only with a white towel. Tristan’s dirty blonde hair wet with sweat dripping down onto his now shirtless and hairless torso and dripping down the slight six pack he had going on, Oliver found himself speechless, taken by surprise and felt those familiar stirrings in his pants. Oliver found himself admiring his smooth chest and well defined six-pack with a gaped mouth.As Oliver stepped inside Tristan’s bedroom after him, he found himself wa
But Roth did not turn around, instead he leaned towards the person sitting in front of him. That was when Tristan registered with a pang in his heart that Roth was there with someone, some girl. One of his many special female friends most probably, Tristan thought saltily. He could not see the girl’s face because Roth’s head was blocking him, and Oliver kept tugging at his arm, to gesture at him to start moving. Tristan’s fists were balled up, and his jaw clenched - he was at the peak of self-control, and he didn’t want to test himself further. So, he turned with Oliver and marched towards the elevator, his eyes starting to fill with tears as he tried to blink them back. Oliver’s hand was behind his back supportively as they stepped into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close before him, Tristan saw Roth’s head turn around. He wanted to look away, but it was too late. Their eyes met for a brief second before the elevator door closed between them. But in that brie
As they reached their table, Roth pulled out a chair for Eleanor that was just behind Tristan such that her back would be to their table and Roth’s chair would be facing it directly, but Eleanor knew how that would go. So, while Roth was pulling out a chair for her, she went across the table and sat on the chair on the other end. As Roth raised his eyebrows at her, looking taken aback, she batted her eyelashes at him in innocence, then clasped her hand on her mouth in fake horror, “Oh, I am sorry, but it’s okay, there’s a better view from that anyway. And sure enough there was, because their table was pressed up in the corner such that Roth’s chair was now facing a glass wall as well as had one on his left, while Eleanor’s back was towards the glass wall. But that was not the view Roth had stayed for. Yet he sulkily took his seat before her. As she straightened up after placing her handbag on the floor with a smile, he said something that she wasn’t expecting, “How is he?”She look
Roth had sensed that it was something or someone in the hall that had made Eleanor want to escape the perfectly decent restaurant - he just wanted to know what, or whom, but apparently Eleanor didn’t want him to turn and look. However, curiosity got the better of him and he turned, despite Eleanor’s resistance. His eyes scanned the hall before him, it was a vast place and Eleanor could have spotted anyone anywhere. Then his eyes found what, or whom, she had caught sight of.. “Tristan,” His whispered was barely audible, but Eleanor was close enough to hear it. She sympathetically rubbed her hand over her arm, “So, what do you say about going somewhere else to eat now?” But Roth’s eyebrows were knitted in confusion, Eleanor knew he wasn’t paying attention to her at all anymore, and the next words out of Roth’s mouth confirmed it, “Who is the man with him?”The light-haired man, who had been bent down to pick something up from the floor, had just come into picture, although they could
He walked up behind him, and hugged him from behind, taking in Tristan’s intoxicating cologne, rubbing his nose against Tristan’s ear. Tristan let his hands drop off from the laptop and moved back to snuggle closer to Oliver, as Oliver whispered into his ear, “Il n'y a pas que le travail dans la vie.”It was one of the phrases Oliver liked to say, which was a French version of ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’. Tristan softly smiled at that as he turned around and lightly pecked Oliver on the cheek before he got up, “Then get ready for the play?”Oliver wasn’t willing to let go of him however, he played with his tie flirtatiously, “I was thinking maybe play a little indoors before going out,” Oliver said meaningfully, and Tristan knew what he meant, but he just chuckled and playfully pushed Oliver back, “Go, change, silly.” He watched as Oliver walked out of the living room with disappointment. He had long had his first kiss with Oliver, but he had not yet hit second base
Tristan reached out for Oliver’s hands that were holding the bag of tomatoes. He grabbed the tomatoes from him and put them aside, holding Oliver’s hands, rubbing the back of his hands with his thumbs. Oliver looked rather taken aback as this gesture of Tristan brought color to his cheeks. He tried to avert Tristan’s gaze, the expression on his face making Tristan want to comment on that, but now wasn’t the time. Tristan tilted his head to meet Oliver’s eyes, forcing him into making eye contact with him, which Oliver could barely hold. Then Tristan popped the question, “Would you like to go out with me, Oliver?”Oliver looked like he was about to faint. He stared at Tristan for a while before whispering something in a hoarse voice that Tristan couldn’t catch and the confusion on his face communicated that. “Pinch me,” This time Oliver spoke a little clearer, still failing to wipe the confusion off Tristan’s face. Who the hell ruins such a romantic setting by asking the other to pin
“Hayley … Mary-Ann … and that sociology girl …” Roth softly said, moving his face closer to her face which was heating up rapidly. His voice seemed extra deep as he softened his gaze, and his breath started to get heavy. She stayed silent, praying for him to let go of her because the wetness between her legs penetrated her skirt and reached his legs, but he showed no such intentions, because he moved his face even closer to her. So close that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Why not you, Eleanor?” Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she expected him to say, and her surprise was written all over her face because she turned towards him, “What?” It was not like she had not heard him, she just wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. He laughed somberly, and then lightly nodded, “I mean you are practically my girlfriend anyway, why not make it official?” “Girlfriends don’t set their boyfriends up with random girls,” Her face was going red as she sc