Tristan’s Kink

This is the second part of the Tristan’s Story. The first part is here.

I knew I would be sorely tempted to ring Tristan Friday or Saturday and see that we hook up again. No one scores a hunk of his class on a weekly basis, so I was rightly eager to cash in on both my good luck and apparently quick wit Thursday night, too.

Yet, I knew better and made other plans. I was to meet Tommy, a very cute, young Philippino, whom I had known for a while, and who has always been a willing buddy. Whenever someone mentions a sweet, kind and wonderful boy, I see Tommy’s face smiling at me. 

Tommy is by no means a sexual athlete and he is on the shy side, too.  He likes being sweet-talked into being properly banged and even so, will only take so much of the serious backdoor action. Though by no means a virgin, he strongly cherishes the idea of ‘saving’ himself for the Mr. Right, when (and if) he shows up. He fears that he would be, hmm, ‘loose’ down there, from overuse and that would most likely turn off his long awaited Mr. Right subsequently ruining both their future and the forthcoming marital bliss.

No doubt, male anatomy is not his greatest forte, but he still makes a great buddy. If you respect his limitations and usually tight timing, you are in for a most sensual male to male sex in town. So, I scored nicely Friday afternoon and was taking an evening off to hit the usually empty pool and spend some time relaxing in the spa.  Every horny dog needs his break, too.

Tristan messaged me Saturday afternoon asking for a quick call. His team was having a rare Sunday afternoon and evening off and he was wondering if we could get together again.

Yup, he was welcome at my place at 6. Just for the two of us to spend some time together. The clear sigh of relief came very audibly through. Though, he never put it in as many words, keeping our affair strictly to ourselves mattered to him dearly.

Tris was as good as his word. He loved my digs; he wished he had a place like it for himself. His team was doing great. His Mom did manage to send him some home baked bread from the country. His sister was still dating Marcus, and all looked good and promising for the two of them.

He was a high-strung, gorgeous kid and though a bit more comfortable with me around than Thursday night, he was still trying to babble all his fears away. I gave him his brew, let him vent out for the usual ten minutes and started taking off my shirt. He got the hint and followed me to my bedroom taking a navy blue duffle bag with him. The bag did earn a bit of a questioning look on my face, though.

“Oh, it’s just me, you know. You said, you lived alone and Sunday was your day off, so I thought, if it got too late, I could stay overnight, if you do not mind, that is.”Tris explained. 

No, I did not mind. No one on the face of this earth would really mind sharing his bed with a hunk of his class. He sure was welcome. While quietly counting my blessings, a thought did cross my mind that the duffle bag was a bit too bulky and overstuffed for an overnight kit; but I did not know that he really had a whole assortment of suitable bags at home to choose from. 

Tris was a notch or two more self-confident than the last time. Now, he approached me and started working on my nipples and pecs. He sure was a fast learner and wanted to show that he knew how to push all my buttons right. It did help that he was now relaxed and that I was not watching the clock either.

He grew very daring with his deep-throating and we quickly reached a perfect sync. His stamina improved; he was audibly enjoying my slow back rub and a bit to my own surprise, he was making wet and daring forays well past my perineum towards my hole. Just when I was sure that the things could not get any better, they did. 

I gave him a free access and he was having a ball. He sure knew loads about rimming. He was tireless and very focused but well-paced. His tongue action was ravenous and his bites were barely perceptible. He was good. One of those people, we all meet now and then. Whatever they do, they do it well. 

Up to his last, courageous foray into ass rimming, Tris and I were simply having sex. His rimming definitely felt like bonding. Though by no means submissive, he has been always trying very hard to please me, as if he owed me something and wanted to make sure that his debt was repaid. Whatever his plans might have been, I was enjoying the rarest moment of sexual bliss with him. I felt a small stream of my sweat slowly form and run down my back.

Being fully primed, I was going to fuck Tris, the only way he really liked it: long and very hard. He was really looking forward to it. He changed the positions with him on his back, raising his feet to my shoulders at a speed that was amazing. We both cracked into laughter simultaneously.  Yeah, we were both very willing and eager, but he was fast, too. There was a cartoon-turned-computer game quality to it. 

“OK, dude. I did not have any since Thursday. So, I want some dick. What’s so funny about it? “

This was where both he and I cracked up again.

I rode in all the way, still shaking with laughter. 

“Yeah, man, this is what feels good, this is what I need.” Tris said.

Within seconds after I penetrated his hole, all of his visible muscle groups started working in complete unison causing his body to gently rock in sync with my shafting. Even his very smooth, spotless skin got a slightly shinier sheen. He was a sight to behold. And he had his part trained down to a working perfection. For a very young, deeply closeted guy, he was simply too good to be true. 

I had to fight and keep my gnawing curiosity at bay. Prodding a dude with my dick in an act of hot male to male sex was one thing. Asking a guy, whom I had known for barely three days, deeply personal questions and possibly having him panic over them and run for cover would be a very different matter altogether. I doubted that he would see any of my intimate, sex-related questions as an expression of my personal interest in him and not a devious, if thinly veiled plan to use the information for my personal benefit and at his expense. If anything, many Europeans stick with the ‘ask no questions and hear no lies‘ adage all their lives and raise their children in that very same spirit. Having really no other viable choice, I kept on long-dicking Tris and keeping my cool at the same time. 

When I offered to cumm all over his face again, he smiled back and said,

“Yeah, dude, it is your call. You top – you choose.” 

I sped up to the max and delivered my payload into the condom while still deep inside him. Tris was speeding up in full sync and shot a heavy load in several long and thick ropes all over his six-pack at the same time. He looked perfectly relaxed and very happy. I pulled out with a loud plop, which made us both giggle and promptly crack yet another unseeming joke. 

I hand-signaled the time-out and we took it to my double sized shower cabin. Running water must have awoken the kid in Tris. He was sucking up as much water as he was able to, only to siphon it onto me, as if he were an oversized, overfed, cherub on one of the numerous Viennese baroque fountains and sculptures. 

After some more ass-grabbing, nasty banter and lots of water splashing, I threatened to piss all over him, which in turn made him laugh even harder and get down on his knees, like he was only waiting , for a big ‘golden shower’. 

With the opportunity presenting itself, Tris went into another round of dick sucking, then and there. I must have looked surprised at his eagerness to get going again, since by then, we had been at for more than couple of hours. He understood my look and said,

“Dude, I don’t get to have a dick to play with that often. So, I use my chance, when I get one.” He said playfully.

I let him had his wicked way with me and pumped all I had left straight into his mouth after he had truly earned his treat. He had asked for it and both felt and heard it coming.  He stood up, after I seeded his mouth with a bit of a goofy smile on his face and a drop or two of my jizz about to drip down from the corner of his mouth, saying: 

“Wow that was a first one. We’ve got to repeat that one!” 

Tris was prone to forgetting that I was very close to twice his age and that my body did not quite churn out the boy spunk at the rate his body did. Yet, I chose to keep that detail to myself. He’d learn in his time and day, as we all do.

No matter what, his story was getting less plausible by the hour. He was obviously a genuine sex athlete, when it came to anal sex. Yet, his very lacking cruising skills, serious need for being in the deepest of closets and the fact that he obviously did not go nearly that far, when it came to oral sex, all suggested that he must have been partnered with someone, who had had a clear set of sexual preferences and was obviously calling all the shots, too. Yet, his remark that he did not get ‘a dick to play that often with’ put my slightly paranoid concept to rest. If anything, putting this guy on the speed dial of my Vienna cell would be a very cool thing to do.

I was sure that the time would solve the puzzle at hand. 

The answer to my silent question was virtually sitting in my bedroom. It arrived with Tris that early evening and was nested comfortably in a slightly oversized, navy blue duffle bag. 

Couple of cans of brew later, Tris was obviously feeling no pain. We were watching some of the porn dvds from my collection, chatting pretty much about anything and just nicely chilling out together. He started chewing on my nipple again. For the sheer fun of it, I carried him over to the bedroom, while he was giggling to himself while attacking my nipple and debating, if he should complain to someone about this act of ‘kidnapping’ all at the same time.  

I was fully sated. Fooling around would be fine, but another fully-fledged romp was not in my books. I said that too, in just as many words. 

Tris saw that bit coming and said: 

“Oh, you sure need a break ever so often; but I have something else in mind.”

At that, he opened his duffle bag, pulled out the plastic bag with his overnight stuff and a change of clothes for Monday and proudly said: 

“I have taken some of my toys, so we can play together.” 

At that, he started arranging quite a collection of dildos and vibrators of all kinds on the side of the bed. The first three belonged to your usual category of ‘the real life-size dick of Mr. Whoever Porn Star’. Possibly embellished using the ancient AOL chat M2M room standards to attract more buyers, such ‘toys’ , if possibly stretching both the truth and male asses still stayed within the realm of remotely possible reality.   

I was in for a bit of a surprise, when Tris started pulling out dildos that we all know from sex shops but no one seriously considers buying them. They are either the eye-catching decorative displays or plastic equipment that would possibly work with camels, bulls, horses and elephants but hardly with humans, if you still wanted them to live afterwards. 

Tris was right. This was the night of the ‘firsts’. I have known quite a few bottom men over the years of cruising for male2male sex on five continents. I also knew that some of them both owned and enjoyed their toys. But I have never been asked to play with them, and I sure, have never seen anything like the assortment at hand lying on the side of my bed. 

But I did keep my cool. Tris sounded like someone who knew his stuff and after all, it was his ass at stake here.

After adding some more lube to his hole, he hand-picked one of the oversized 12-inchers and said,

“Dude, give me some workout here, if you can?”

With his feet again resting on my shoulders, I used the big rubber dick and drove in.

He sighed out audibly, smiled at me and said,

“Dude, this is very cool. Give me a minute break to adjust.”

I did. 

Within minutes, he was getting the full length and the awesome girth of this artificial member, in and out of his hole at the full speed. He sure, was getting all very hot and bothered, as the saying goes.  His dick only got half-hard and he jizzed up almost involuntarily in an obviously painful orgasm.

This time around, he needed a shower and a break, too.

Frankly, I did not know what to think. Tris was, no doubt, my greatest catch in a year or so. He turned out to be a great, active and very caring bottom guy. Even looking at him fully dressed would get all my juices going. He also saved no effort to make me very happy.

On the other hand, he had his own kink and wanted me to share it with him. I certainly wanted him as happy as he could be but still needed time to think this latest bit over.

If anything, the impressive dildo collection was only the beginning of my getting to know Tristan.

~ by silverrrcloud on March 5, 2009.