Fiery Heat

Chapter 60: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Pool fun!

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“Your friends are nuts,” Tristan said, kissing Damon on the chin.

“Tell me about it.”

Tristan leaned forward till his face was really close to Damon’s, then slowly and erotically, licked a corner of Damon’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, causing Damon to gasp and moan at the same time, his cock jerking inside his pants.

“Damn Tris,” Damon murmured huskily, “didn’t you hear a thing Michael said?”

“Fuck Michael. If he really wanted me off sex, he shouldn’t have mentioned the plane. What do you say we go for a swim?” Tristan husked grinding on Damon’s rapidly stiffening cock.

“Oh, shit bay…”

“Damon?” They heard Cole call out from outside, knocking on their door.”

Both Damon and Tristan groaned. “This is fuckin’ unbelievable. Why the fuck do we always get interrupted when I get into this position?” Tristan groaned, getting off Damon. “Are you going to go get that?” He asked Damon, making a beeline for the bathroom.

“And what are you going to do there?” Damon asked, getting off the bed and adjusting himself.

“I’m going to pee, dummy,” Tristan muttered.

“With you, one can’t be too sure these days.” Damon chuckled, obviously referring to Tristan’s wanking episode.

“I heard that asshole,” Tristan called out from the bathroom.

“You were meant to.” Damon laughed, going to the living room to let Cole and Briana in.

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Damon and Tristan were alone in the private pool of the resort. That particular section of the pool was reserved for couples or friends who wanted their privacy. Cole and Briana had gone out after Briana fussed over Tristan like a mother hen, asking him every other minute whether he needed anything.

“Know what Cole,” Tristan had told Cole, “You’re lucky you’ve put a ring on that finger. I would have put one there myself.”

“Hey, what about me?” Damon had asked with mock indignation.

“You want to put a ring on her finger too?” Tristan had asked giving his best innocent look.

“Wiseass.” Damon laughed with the others, pulling Tristan to him and giving him an open-mouthed, hot kiss.

“And he says we like kissing,” Cole muttered, standing up and drawing a laughing Briana up.

“What time are you guys coming back?” Damon asked breathlessly when he came up for air.

“We should be back by two p.m.” Cole responded.

“Cool. We’ll be at the private pool area then.” Damon said.

“Dude, I said two p.m. Don’t forget. We wouldn’t wanna walk in on anything…x-rated.” Cole said with a smirk, making everyone laugh.

“Speak for yourself, Cole,” Briana said with a naughty chuckle.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind giving you a private show anytime Honey. Just name when and where.” Tristan drawled, blowing Briana a kiss. She blew one right back.

“Fuck you, Tristan.” Cole laughed, pulling a laughing Briana after him.

Now Damon and Tristan were having a great time, swimming laps in the pool. The water felt great on their skin. After a while Damon swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood with his back to the wall, watching Tristan swim. Tristan was doing butterfly strokes like a professional and Damon thought he was a really good swimmer.

“Show-off.” He called out to Tristan. He obviously loved being in water.

Damon looked at Tristan’s body hungrily as he moved in the water. He looked simply stunning. Damon’s phone rang then, interrupting the lewd thoughts he had started having about his boyfriend. It was Caleb Thomas.

Tristan started swimming up to Damon to tell him off for calling him a show-off but then saw Damon on the phone. He took in how the water ran off Damon, making his skin shine. The water reached up to Damon’s stomach but Tristan could clearly see Damon’s impressive bulge in his sky blue trunks which hugged him like a second skin. Tristan’s mouth watered and a naughty grin spread across his handsome face. He dived underwater and swam towards Damon.

Damon was busily talking to Tristan’s father when he felt something lightly bite him on the dick.

“What the fuc…” He jumped but hands held his hips to steady him. Tristan.

“What is it, Damon?” Caleb asked. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m good. Just stepped on something…pointy. I’ll live.” Damon chocked out.

Tristan smiled to himself. If only whoever Damon was talking to could see through the phone. Ignoring Damon’s hand which was trying to push him away, Tristan pulled down Damon’s trunks to his thighs and took the huge pierced mushroom head into his hot mouth.

Damon’s eyes opened wide as he felt the hot smooth mouth engulf his cock. He didn’t dare make a sound. What the fuck was Tristan playing at? He was talking to his father for goodness’ sake.

Tristan began to lick the tip of Damon’s rapidly hardening cock, then placing his hands on Damon’s arse cheeks, he pulled him deeper into his mouth. Damon couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his mouth when his cock slid into Tristan’s mouth and heat engulfed him.

“Damon?” Caleb's voice was full of concern.

“Ahh… I think I cut my feet.” He mumbled.

“Where are you at the moment?” Caleb asked.

“What?” Damon sounded confused. Was that a trick question? “On the beach.” His voice sounded gruff even to his own ears.

“Good.” Came Caleb’s voice. “Just step into the water and allow the salt to wash the cut. It will heal faster.”

“Okay, thanks,” Damon said breathlessly, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He was going to kill Tristan. But even as he was thinking of ways to kill Tristan, Damon’s hand was moving to Tristan’s bobbing head and twining his fingers in the wet locks. When Tristan moaned deep in his throat, the sound sent a pleasurable tingling throughout Damon’s entire body.

“Fuck!” He gasped uncontrollably.

Caleb laughed on the other end of the phone. “Hey don’t be a baby. I know it stings but it’s better for you.” Then Tristan’s father went right ahead and delved into more business, having no clue as to the scene unfolding on Damon’s end of the phone. Afterward, Damon couldn’t fathom how he was able to make the right sounds to create the impression that he was listening to Caleb. ‘Cause he didn’t hear a word the older man said.

What made the whole experience even more exhilarating was the fact that Tristan was doing it underwater. He would come up once in a while to draw in a breath, but Damon never even notice those moments because Tristan’s hand always automatically took over.

When Tristan pulled him even deeper into his throat and swallowed around his cock, Damon didn’t have any choice but to end the call. He pulled Tristan off his cock, bringing his head above water.

“Caleb, can I please call you back? I need to take care of this. It’s…distracting.” Damon said in a voice that sounded almost painful, watching Tristan’s eyes widen at the mention of his father’s name.

“Sure, sure. Talk to you later. Say hi to T.T.” The older man said and hung up.