Tristan intentionally didn’t leave his room that Friday morning - he wanted to see if Roth would make an effort on his own to try to reach Tristan, but unfortunately he was disappointed as Roth did not come to see Tristan or even brought up the radio show. It was not until agony got the best of him that he stepped out to roam around in the mansion and check where Roth was, to find out that Roth was not in at all. With a sinking feeling, Tristan realized that Roth did not care about him, he had been off to his usual shenanigans, leaving Tristan be. Tristan inwardly regretted not having stepped out of his room that morning - maybe he would have accidentally encountered Roth somewhere and then Roth would have talked to him? Roth had always been somewhat shy, apologizing was not his best suit. Why was he giving himself explanations from Roth’s end, Tristan condemned himself. Roth was the one who had wronged Tristan and now he was acting like it was Tristan who had wronged Roth. Tristan
Tristan could not help himself from staring intently at Roth, his head slightly tilted to the right. He longed to tell Roth just how attractive he looked in that booth, talking like a sex god, knowing all the ins and outs. Although Roth was no submissive man even outside the booth, inside it was like he knew his power around the world. Roth had been continuing to speak when Marissa interrupted him, “But, doctor, how to take the initiative?”Roth lightly let out a laugh, “Worry not, Marissa, I am just getting to that. Let me tell you a few ways of how you can take the initiative and start sucking your man’s cock. Let’s say you’re both sitting at home, watching some TV. When he’s least expecting it, cuddle up beside him and start massaging his crotch with your hand to get him hard, before pulling down his pants and giving him a blow job.”“Or the next time he is driving you home at night, do the same. Start massaging his testicles through his trousers, before unzipping them and giving
“You could also tease him by stopping. That’s right, midway during your blow job, simply stop and do something different, but still intimate, until he asks you to continue. An example of this would be to go from sucking his cock to doing something less stimulating, like cuddling him. All he will be able to think about is you taking him in your mouth again.”“And when he is close to cumming, start to edge him by doing something like gently kissing his penis or balls instead of blowing him.”“Oh, and one thing about sucking a cock, deepthroating, all I will say is that if you don’t have a super-sensitive gag reflex and are with a man that you trust, then you should try it at least once. Deep throating provides your man with yet another set of sensations when sucking his cock that will help make him see you as a sexual goddess.”“Excuse me, doctor, could you tell me more about deep throating?” Marissa sounded busy as if she was taking notes. Roth looked up at Tristan, smirking. Tristan,
“Dirty talking is the real game, trust me! If you’re not sure that you can suck dick well, the enthusiasm you show by talking dirty can push your blow job from one that’s just okay to one that’s super hot! You can whisper these dirty talk phrases in your man’s ear before you go down on him, or you can say them midway through.”“Do you have any more questions, Marissa?”“No, doctor, thank you so much. You are a true sex diva, really! It’s a bummer that you are straight, I bet you can suck cock better than everyone else,” Was it Tristan’s imagination or did Roth actually blush at that? Roth Dimitri was NOT the kind to blush, and especially in that booth. After exchanging a couple more complimentary phrases, he said goodbye to Marissa, and said, “Who is our next caller, Tristan?” He was definitely avoiding eye-contact with Tristan! Maybe he just didn’t want to meet Tristan’s cold expression anymore, Tristan remembered with a start that he was mad at Roth. x - x - xRoth had stayed in
The next day Roth and Tristan were about to board their private jet when Eleanor called on Tristan’s phone for the third time since the morning. Roth rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but Tristan answered the phone smiling. As it turned out, she was again just checking in on them as to where they were. “We are about to board, Eleanor,” Tristan leaned closer to the mobile’s microphone to speak as the call was on speaker. “Why do you guys have to go for two whole weeks? I am going to miss you guys so much,” She sounded like she really meant it. Before Tristan had a chance to say something nice in response, Roth took the phone from him and said, “And we are not going to miss you at all.”“Didn’t expect that from you,” She took a jab back at him as Roth chuckled, “Tristan, try to return without him when you do.” “Yeah, yeah,” Roth hung up the phone, laughing. Tristan also laughed, more so because he was unable to contain his happiness. As much as he knew Roth was joking when he said they
Even though their travel manager had booked separate rooms for Roth and Tristan, Roth was hanging out in Tristan’s room, as he always did until he found a girl on vacation. Usually on the first day of the vacation, Roth would hang out around Tristan so much that Tristan would be in a state of ecstasy. But then, Roth being Roth, he would soon find a holiday love interest and start hanging out with her, leaving Tristan by himself. But this time, Tristan was sure Roth would not do that, because he had taken an off from the company for both of them for two weeks and arranged that trip for the sole purpose of making it up to Tristan how he had lied to him earlier. Roth was laying on the bed with the remote in his hand, browsing on T.V. the upcoming events and fun things to do in Vegas. “We could just hire a tour guide,” Roth suggested as he always did. Tristan did not like tour guides, partly because he found the idea of exploring a new unknown city thrilling, but majorly because it mean
“Once we had guests over for Tristan's big brother's wedding and Tristan didn't speak for three days, they assumed he was mute but didn't ask any questions, because that would be rude. Then one day Tristan just spoke and they freaked out, started congratulating us and we just sat dumbfounded…” The roar of laughter that erupted from Roth's mouth interrupted her, but she joined him in laughing, as Tristan rolled his eyes.“Okay, mum, enough reminiscing about my childhood. I was a sober and calm kid.” Tristan, even though he was enjoying Roth laughing and paying such attention to his childhood's stories, said outwardly with a scowl.Roth turned his head towards Tristan, still laughing, and reached out with one hand to ruffle Tristan's hair, “Oh you still are a sober and calm KID.” Tristan rolled his eyes again, pretending to look annoyed, however inwardly he loved it.Roth had now turned his attention back to Tristan's mother, “So, Mrs. Faughn tell me more about Tristan's childhood.”She
Tristan’s hands fell down from his face as a look of horror took over the previous confusion. He gasped, opening his mouth to speak a couple times but no sound came out of his lips, until finally he managed to utter in disbelief, “They drugged you?” Roth quietly nodded, observing Tristan’s expression for a while and then returning his gaze to his own hands folded in his lap. Tristan clasped a hand on his mouth in horror. “It’s okay. The police have arrested them now. When I saw that video, I did not recollect that at all, but it was me in the video. And however much I drink, I don’t lose my memory completely like that. So I went in for a drug test, and sure enough it was there. So I filed a complaint against them with the police.” Roth was calmly explaining. Tristan’s hand moved from his mouth to his forehead, rubbing it with two fingers as he shook his head, “So much happened and why didn’t you tell me all of that?” “Because you weren’t talking to me,” Roth responded. “No, why di
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