Tristan writhed underneath Roth as the swollen head pushed against Tristan’s p-spot. God, Roth knew how to drive that thing inside him. Tristan’s head spinning in ecstasy, he shouted and grabbed his pillow, painting with every lust-filled thrust. Roth kissed him sloppily and he loved the mess of it. He made sexy little yelps as he fought the impending urge to explode inside Tristan. “I’m getting so close” he said, jostling his cock with impressive speed. Tristan tightened his ass muscles to really torture Roth's hrobbing cock.“Oh god” he sweltered, his cock growing larger as he neared orgasm. “I’m gonna fucking cum” Roth moaned in Tristan’s ear, leaning into him and dominating his body with his forceful manhood. His brow scrunched up and his speed intensified as he shouted; his cock pulsed powerfully and burst inside Tristan, flooding his ass with shot after shot of his seed. Tristan could feel Roth's cock throb against the walls of his hole as it finished unloading. He pulled out

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

“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

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

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