Roth finally reached to the conclusion that it would be an awkward time to wake up for him now, so he delayed his plan, deciding to wait a while before opening his eyes, to not make it seem like he had heard that, saving Tristan the embarrassment and himself the awkwardness. However Tristan had other plans in mind, he never gave Roth the chance to execute his plan, continuing to spill out his heart in that soft voice that melted Roth's heart, "You're so beautiful, but unfortunately, I would never be able to tell you that in your consciousness." "Oh, Roth, you have no idea what you have done to me. You have no idea how much it hurts to see you with other people." Roth had all the idea in the world how much it hurt, he had felt that pain when he saw Ruby with that other guy. But Roth used to go through at least three women per week. He could imagine the thought of Tristan going through that pain repeatedly. His heart started to go out for Tristan, despite everything, Tristan was his
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen! I hope y’all have planned loads of sex for this particular Friday night. Allow the sex doctor to assist you in your journey of pleasure. Let’s have our first caller ready, Tristan, shall we?” Roth’s cheery voice boomed across the booth, not carrying a hint of his sleep deprivation. “Right, doctor, our first caller is Antonio.” Tristan informed him before connecting the caller’s audio to the headset on Roth. Roth gave Tristan a thumbs up across the booth, as he spoke, “Hello Antonio, what made you call the sex doctor today? Unable to make your lady’s juices flow?” Roth’s wit made Tristan chuckle - he did not enjoy the rest of the days as much as he enjoyed Fridays. He liked Roth in the booth. Roth was a whole different person in the booth. His masked identity behind the sex doctor allowed him to be completely reckless and open with his remarks. “Doctor, lately for some personal reasons, I was not able to have penetrative sex with my girlfriend, so
Sensing Antonio’s discomfort, Roth encouraged him, “Sex is a part of life, a big one. Why are you shying away? Come on, we are totally open on the sex doctor show.” “No, doctor, I’m afraid we aren’t the dirty talking type.” You could feel the embarrassment in Antonio’s voice. “What a load of bosh! Everyone is the dirty talking type. You just have not discovered that side of yourself yet! Here’s a tip for practicing dirty talk: develop an ongoing, open conversation about sex even when you are not having sex, so you both feel more comfortable sharing what you do and don't like - this is the best way to become experts in pleasing each other. Ask your partner how they like to be touched, do they want it harder, softer, faster, or slower - these questions make for some great dirty talk! You get me, Antonio?”“Yes, doctor, could you give me some specific foreplay techniques to try out on my girl though?”Roth let out a light laugh, “Of course! I’m the sex doctor for a reason. Okay, so you
It was nearly pitch dark in the bar, and an air of excitement was palpable in the quiet murmurs of the crowd. Frantic whispers broke out as the emcee stepped to the microphone and the house lights came up. Now you could see the large screens hanging from the ceiling in strategic spots along the room and the pommel horse onstage, the examination table with stirrups, the loops and bars and stocks that permitted a variety of bound positions.Roth silently sat at the counter taking in his surroundings, his gaze now lingering on an impossibly slinky blond, with hips so narrow it was hard to believe she could even be real. Her breasts, though, were nicely rounded, perfectly shaped as her tight dress accentuated them. She caught him staring at her and flashed him a smile, Roth smiled back and nodded, gesturing to her to come to him. She obeyed, her hips swaying, every muscle of her legs visible in her miniskirt. Roth maintained a dreamy gaze in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing at his
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 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