Chapter 2

TRISTAN

“Fuck you!” I spit and push him. I stagger backwards but I'm fast to hold my bearing. Fuck! I'm so drunk right now.

Is that why he looks so handsome? And his voice is so deep that it sends heat to my cock which I notice is getting stiff in my pants.

His eyes raked through my body. This is one of the things I hate about him. He always looks at me as if I'm a whole meal served to him to eat. And right now, I'm feeling heat all over my body as his gaze runs through me. There's something in his eyes. Something I've never seen before.

Is that lust?

He closes the distance between us, trapping me on the wall. He leaned close. I should push him away but his breath on my skin makes my limbs weak. Not to forget how hard my cock is right now.

I can't be hard because of him. It's because of the alcohol in my system. This is what I'm chanting in my head.

“It's been three years, Reed. And you changed a lot.” He leans close to my ear, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers. “You become even more handsome.”

A whimper escapes me. It takes me a second to realize that the sound came from me. No matter how hard I try to deny it. I've always known he has this effect on me. Maybe that's why I always avoid being close to him.

“Why are you here? I thought you were straight?” He asks. His voice sounds so deep and seductive. Has he always sounded this way?

I can't even utter a word. My mind is frenzied with his closeness. He's clouding my senses and I feel weak and trapped. I can smell alcohol in his breath. I think he's drunk too. We both are definitely not in our right senses or else we won't be this close to each other.

“You are hard, Reed.” A moan slips out of my mouth before I can even stop it when he rubs himself on my hard on. “I'm hard too. Your sexiness tonight is messing with my head.”

‘Fuck Tristan! What's wrong with you! Why can't you push this fucker away. You are not gay and you can't let this fucker get this close to you!’

These words are only screaming in my head. My body can't do anything about it. I've never felt this weak before. It's as if I'm at his mercy. This is why I hate drinking.

Fuck alcohol!

“Why don't we help each other, Reed. I mean we came here to have fun, right?”

Why do I hate the fact that he came here to pick someone and fuck. I've always hated the idea of him fucking another person but it feels different tonight.

“Don't fucking think I will let you touch me.” I manage to breathe out the words.

He chuckles. Fuck! If that's not the sexiest sound I've heard. “Are you sure?”

I gasp when his palm grabs my dick through my pants.

“Fuck.” I curse as I close my eyes and throw my head back.

“You love it, don't you?” He whispers into my ears. I nod without thinking. Fuck! I'm not thinking straight right now. I don't even think I'm in my right state of mind. His cologne, his breath is filling my senses and messing it up.

His hand continues to move and rub my dick giving no room to any sensible thought in my head.

“I've always dreamed of a day like this, Reed. A day when you will submit to me and let me fuck you.” I can feel the lust in his voice. It's so strong to resist.

I scoff. “What makes you think you will be the one fucking me.”

He smirks. “Watch me do it, baby.”

“Don't fucking call me that and don't think that…..” I'm cut short with his mouth on my lips. The words I want to spit out get drowned as my brain becomes empty. His lips…. They are as soft as I've always imagined. I close my eyes as I open up for him. Letting him suck and bite my tongue.

He's kissing me with so much intensity as we both fight for dominance. I think he's winning because I'm melting into his arms. I've kissed a lot of girls but none of them tastes this good. I moan as he starts rubbing his hard dick on mine. Our body is moving in sync.

The more I kiss him, the more I think I'm not getting enough. I feel intoxicated. I want to kiss him forever. He grip my hair tight and tilt my head a little bit to the side to get better access into my mouth. He sucks my tongue deeply and nibbles my lower lips as he bites it hard. I feel a metallic taste in my mouth but I'm drowned in the taste of him to notice he draws blood from me as he sucks my lower lips and pushes deep into my mouth. I moan, rubbing my hard dick as fast as I can on his.

Fuck! He kisses so well. And yes, I will never admit it out loud.

I refuse to focus on the fact that I'm kissing my enemy. I blame it on the alcohol. I hate him, but I'm not thinking straight right now. Maybe we should just go with the flow.

“Fuck, Nate.” I bite back a moan as he bites my lips again and trails the kiss down to my neck as he sucks through his path. I'm so hard right now that I feel that my dick will burst. I can't believe that I'm so turned on by a man I hate.

He sucks my neck and I think he's leaving marks there but I'm so gone to think about that. One of his hands wraps around the back of my head while the other makes its way to my pants.

“Fuck!” I bite my lips as I feel his palm on my cock. He brings it out from its hiding place as he starts dry humping it. It's leaking out precrum as he gathers them and start fist fucking my dick. His hand feels so good. I don't want him to ever stop.

A lot of girls stroke and even suck my dick but the way his strong hand roughly strokes it makes me roll back my eyes as I try to bite back a moan which I fall woefully to do. I think I've always wanted this manly feel on my dick.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” He whispers. His voice is messing with my brain. He drops to his feet and before I can make out what he is doing, he takes my dick into his mouth.

“Ohmyfuckinglord Nate….” I suddenly can't make out the gibberish leaving my mouth as he sucks my dick. I think this is where I want to be forever. This feeling is so amazing. This is heaven. I moan out loud, saying all sorts of rubbish as he deep throat my dick, gagging on it.

“Eyes on me, baby.” I looked down at him. His green eyes are staring up at me, glistening. He look so fucking hot. I'm sure this view will hunt me every night. I'm drowning in ecstasy and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open but I don't want to miss this beautiful view before me.

“Fuck Nate, I'm close.” I think this will be the first time I'm getting my release under two minutes of blow job. I release a sound that's foreign to my ear as he deep throat my dick and without warning I empty my load in his mouth.

I want to pull out but he keeps me steady as he milks everything out and swallows my load while his eyes are fixed on me.

“Fuck!” isn't he so fucking hot?

I think this is the best blow job I've ever had, but of course I won't admit it. The fact that I cum in less than two minutes is embarrassing enough.

He rises to his feet with a smirk on his lips. “What do you think, baby?”

He's damn handsome. He's so fucking handsome. I can feel the rapid beating of my heart. I want to hurl him to me and kiss him until we both lose our breath. But I didn't do that, instead I ran.

I think the alcohol wears off after my release. I know I'm a coward for leaving him with a hard on without returning the favor but my brain is in shambles. I think I will have a panic attack if I remain there. I always deny that I'm gay and yet I allow a man that I've always hated since the day I met him suck my dick and swallow my cum.

This never happened.

I will go home. Take a bath and forget that a day like this ever existed.