“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
After wiping Roth's nose, he moved his finger to Roth's lips, appearing to wipe non existent sauce from there as well. As Roth patiently let him, Tristan felt a bubble of hatred rising in his chest for Craig. How could this man openly flirt with Roth, knowing that he was straight, and completely ignoring Tristan's existence. Craig was taking his time tracing Roth's lips with his finger, but Tristan had had enough of it, "Craig, I think you got all of it. Let him go back to his fish." Craig, not bothering to turn to acknowledge Tristan, still rubbing at Roth's lips, definitively replied, "Nah, there's still some." "Where?" Roth asked promptly. Craig's finger accidentally slipped inside Roth's mouth as he opened it. Now Roth was sitting with his mouth gaped open waiting for Craig to remove his finger, meanwhile Craig seemed to really enjoy his finger being inside Roth's mouth. Saliva was building up in Roth's mouth as Craig gave his finger a detailed tour of Roth's mouth, with no