When, in reality, this unjust assumption has led to stereotypes that sexualize our identities and define us solely by our penises” “There is a top and a bottom in gay sex, but you could be versatile or a power bottom. The top is the penetrator during anal sex, he’s often put in the position of leading the sexual journey. The bottom is the receiver in sexual penetration, he has a lot of power to control the direction of the sexual experience.”Roth cocked his head, still trying to catch the expression on Tristan’s face, but his face was not clear as he was bent over his laptop. Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak,“I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.”“Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lub
“Now, for the bottoms, keep in mind it’s a lot of pressure for the top, as the penetrator, to be able to establish and maintain a solid erection for the festivities ahead, so it’s essential that you play your part to the hilt so he doesn’t feel like the sole provider for the pleasure to come.”“Take the lead in the foreplay activities, tease him with your body, your caresses, and your oral skills, and edge him by masturbating him to the brink of climax, and then retreat before repeating the exercise again. Work him up into such a frenzy that he can’t wait to throw you back on the bed and get busy. Through your active contributions to the sex play, you’ll be helping to feed his turn-on, which will only serve your best interests by keeping the sexual encounter lasting longer and more frenetic.”“Wow, I had no idea there was so much diversity in gay sex. Thank you, Craig, I am sure my gay audience will benefit from your tips.” Putting extra emphasis on gay audience, Roth narrowed his eye
They were seated around the coffee table such that Roth and Craig were sitting beside each other and Tristan was on the chair opposite to them. Roth filled Craig’s glass up with wine as they chatted away about their college and Tristan just silently watched them. “Oh, you remember Mary-Ann? I heard she’s running this business online where she acts for people and plays whichever roles for them that they like.” Craig winked at Roth casually, dipping his chips in salsa. “The brunette who kept trying to get in my pants?” Roth laughed, taking a sip of his wine. Craig joined him in laughter, smacking Roth’s thighs playfully, that Roth did not seem to mind at all. In fact Roth rubbed Craig’s thighs in response too, that made Tristan raise an eyebrow at both of them. Tristan felt like an oddball, he was sure if he wasn’t there nobody would really miss him. The familiar feeling of jealousy against Craig began to rise in Tristan’s heart, but he discarded it. They were college friends, they
“Yes, Roth, can you please come to my room and help me? I have injured my foot.” He said softly. There was a brief silence on the line, in which Tristan could only hear his own breathing, followed by an alert and wide-awake concerned exclamation from Roth, “How even? Alright, you don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Tristan took care to hide Roth’s picture under the covers before he arrived in his room. The condition of Tristan’s room was far from well-kept, the clothes from last night were still sprawled on the floor, mixed with Tristan’s own clothes from the day before that he had just left there to tidy up in the morning. Roth had a worried expression on his face as he entered the room. Not even stopping to take in the condition of the room, he rushed straight to Tristan’s side, “What happened? Are you okay?”“Yeah, I just twisted my ankle I guess.” Of course he couldn’t tell him the truth. Roth was now removing the covers from Tristan’s body, disclosing an only boxers-clad Tristan
Tristan could physically feel his ears getting warm and the heat reaching to his cheeks as Roth continued to pass remarks on his clothing choices. Minutes later, Roth appeared on the bathroom door frame , holding two briefs in either of his hands; one was Tristan’s usual pair of white briefs, and another were black boxer shorts that Roth had dug out from somewhere.Tristan could feel the embarrassment in his flesh as Roth neared him, “Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow. He handed him the black one, “Do you want me to help you put it on?” Roth’s pointed gaze at Tristan’s cock made it twitch, which Tristan attempted to hide by attempting to shut his thighs tightly. Still unable to utter a single word, Tristan just shook his flushed face, as Roth smirked at his embarrassment and closed his eyes, still supporting Tristan with an arm on his back. He opened them again as he heard Tristan murmur something incomprehensible. “Sorry, what?” He took his ear near Tristan’s mouth.“I can’t.” Trist
Roth closed the door of his bedroom behind him, taking in the sight of the woman before him, boldly sitting in his bed. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of him and put one of her legs on another. As her leg rose,he could see the exposed pussy beneath. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the tight red dress hugging her body. He showed no reaction to the sight. It was nothing unusual for him. Roth Dimitri was used to women throwing themselves at him - that’s what he had liked about Ruby: she had maintained her self-respect and pride despite being in love with him. This particular woman was a friend of Craig’s, who had been trying to get in his pants for months, but he had paid no head to her. He never seemed to be running out of women to fuck, so that he would need to actually especially call somebody. Roth’s terms with Craig had paved Charlotte’s way into Roth’s bedroom. Her light hair was pinned up in loose curls, diamond earrings dangling from her ears and a seductive smil
Roth woke up in the morning to 19 missed calls from Tristan. He smacked his head with worry - he had put his phone on silent. He usually woke up late on Sunday mornings after his rendezvouses the previous night. He glanced at Charlotte, still soundlessly asleep in his bed. Remorse began to fill Roth’s head, he should have spent the previous night with Tristan. Well, no worries, he would go and make up for it now. He pressed a button to call the new chef his staff manager had hired for them, and ordered him to prepare a breakfast in bed and get it delivered in Tristan’s room. After fixing his appearance, he arrived at Tristan’s door, which was, much to his surprise, open. Knitting his brows, he neared the door to look inside. There was Tristan on the bed and someone else with him, fixing his sheets. “Craig!” Roth exclaimed in surprise. Both of them turned around to face him. “Did you spend the night here?” He asked, the frown on his face intact. He didn’t know why but the idea of
Of course, when he sat before Tristan, holding Tristan’s arm, looking into Tristan’s eyes with those somber gray eyes of himself, and told Tristan he was sorry, Tristan was left with no choice but to forgive him. “Thank you.” Roth smiled and got up, “I’ll leave you to rest then, I guess.” His cheeky voice was back as he winked at Tristan, and Tristan just threw his head back and laughed. Classic Roth, topping his mishaps with some cheek, but that seemed to always work for him. That was just Roth’s way, he was the kind of person that no one can remain angry with for a long time. Before he dimed the lights on his way out, he turned to look at Tristan briefly, who had also been looking at him expectantly. Roth stopped for a second, and with his hand on the switch panel, he softly, almost inaudibly, said, “And I know you more than you think I do, Tristan.” He hit the lights and exited Tristan’s room, without caring to stop for Tristan’s reaction, leaving him alone in the yellow hue of l
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