11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

“ Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk .” The sound of my scream reverberates through the untouched wilderness. The trees bounce my voice back to me like a pathetic echo. Even though I already knew what Tristan had been doing indoors, I needed to confirm it by seeing it with my own eyes. On the bed, he lay with his fingers buried deep inside his arse. Not a care in the world as he fucked himself. I couldn’t take it; I had to leave to compose myself so I wouldn’t jump him like Horny Santa.

My heart is racing so fast that I can feel it throbbing in my head. I’m mad at myself for going in there, but I’m also so damn turned on that it hurts. I’ve been hard all day. I thought braving the freezing cold would get rid of it, but apparently, my dick was just as stubborn as Tristan.

I resisted the urge to release my load when he unexpectedly inserted his thumb into my mouth, which was a challenging moment for me, but I remained composed and did not give in to the temptation. I could feel him chipping away at my defences, unravelling me like an onion, exposing one layer at a time until I was completely powerless against him. I’m left now with the bare bones of my being, watching my resolve crumble before me.

Should I give in to my desire and finally act on the attraction I’ve felt for him for so long? My son’s best friend. We’re both adults here. Tris has been so forward about his attraction to me; it’s like he’s leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. Those shorts he wears would try the patience of a saint.

I walk back and forth, attempting to release my frustration by running my hands through my hair. He’s a little shit. He shouldn’t be tempting a man who’s clearly weak. I should have known better than to stay and should have just driven away in my car during the raging storm. But you didn’t want to leave, did you?

Pausing my restless movement, I grasp the railing on the porch, the sensation of the cold snow on my fingers bringing me back to the here and now. I’m a full-blooded man who has needs, damn it. Amid my inner conflict, I feel a gentle bubbling sensation growing in my belly. Fuck, am I nervous? The simple answer is yes.

Suddenly, a sound reaches my ears, the sound of Tris’s moaning filling the air. While I was having a mini freakout, the little shit didn’t even bother to stop playing with himself.

I feel a tug-of-war between my body and my mind as I walk towards the door. It’s a reckless, foolish, and terrible decision. He’s strictly off-limits. Keep telling yourself that . However, all those things are inconsequential now. He exposed himself to me. And I want him. I’m desperate for my little fox.

Without even thinking, I automatically remove all my clothing except for my trousers as I make my way to the bedroom.

Spread open on the bed are slim but muscular legs, with feet resting gently on the soft mattress. His hard cock rests in his neatly trimmed pubes. I can see he’s leaking even from here; clear liquid has gathered in a pool on his stomach, trailing into his goddamn belly button. His pink asshole is inviting me to come play. It’s glistening and puffy from his touch. My many attempts to picture this in my mind pale compared to actually witnessing it. I’m salivating.

Tristan’s fingers teasingly move back to his needy hole.

Not happening. As I step closer to the bed, I quickly slap away his greedy hand.

“Ouch! What was that for?” A pout is visible on his face. My fingers itch to spank the brat out of him, but I think he would enjoy it too much.

“This... now belongs to me.” There is no mistaking my seriousness, as my voice carries a deep and demanding tone. He wanted me to cave, and now that I have, I’m taking ownership of what is mine. “I’m gonna wreck you, Tris, consume all of you. Fuck you till I’ve had my fill. You’ve driven me to madness, and now you’ll take everything I have to give.”

A soft whimper escapes his lips, breaking the stillness of the room. That’s what I figured. He knows who’s in control now. Me.

My thoughts are like a raging storm. I spent years building the walls that now surround me, perfecting my hookups to meet my needs. Letting no one in. Yet, twenty-four hours with Tris and all the walls I’ve built around myself have come crashing down. He has shaken even the foundation.

Surrounded by my wreckage, I ask, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” His breathy voice signals his want, but the fire in his eyes is my permission to go ahead.

With a gentle touch, I trace the inside of his leg with the back of my hand until I reach his groin. The feeling of goosebumps on his skin under my touch brings a sense of delight. The sound of Tris’s breathy moans is adding fuel to the fire raging within me.

“Protection?” I croak, my voice hoarse.

“I’m on PrEP.”

That makes me happy. I wouldn’t normally go in bare, but with Tris, I need to. There’s a deep-seated feeling in my gut that needs to be filled with the feel of him. Until I’ve thoroughly explored every detail of his body and his taste lingers on my taste buds, I won’t be satisfied.

“Me too,” I rasp as I unfasten my trousers and watch as they drop to the floor. “Lube?” I question as I step out of them. The only thing standing between us now are my black Calvin’s .

“Here,” he struggles with his slippery hands, finally handing me the sleek, black bottle of pjur . My favourite type of lube: silicone-based. I slide my underwear down, nice and easy. I’m pleased to see the anticipation on his face. His eyes widen and he moistens his lips with excitement. Now it’s his time to suffer. To be teased .

Just as my pubes become visible, I pause and grin to myself. His open mouth quickly morphs into a snarl, accompanied by a deep frown on his face. It’s no fun being on the receiving end, is it?

Resting on his forearms, he gazes at me through the space between his open legs. Slowly, I continue sliding my briefs down until I’m completely naked. My cock springs back and hits my stomach. There’s a seductive glint dancing in his eyes that I want to spend forever looking at. Forever. Hmm, that’s an unfamiliar word for me.

“What the... what are those ?”

Oh, he spotted the beads right away. The hidden secret I keep. It never fails to impress. While I typically give my partners a heads-up about them, I find myself fascinated by the aura of curiosity radiating from Tris.

As he attempts to sit up for a better view, I firmly push him back down. “Little fox, did I give you permission to move?”

“But...”

Butts will definitely play a part in this. With a raised brow, I communicate a subtle warning. Like a moody teenager, he lays back down with a pout on his face. I love how he surrenders his control to me.

“It’s called pearling,” I say as I gently tug his legs towards the edge of the bed. “Their purpose is to give you pleasure.”

“Is this gonna hurt?” he asks, a hint of concern clear in his expression.

Leaning over his body, I look him directly in the eye. “I promise you, little fox, I will never harm you. If there’s anything I do you don’t like, just let me know, and I’ll stop.”

As he contemplates my words, I watch attentively, waiting for him to make a decision.

“Okay,” he breathes out. “I trust you.”

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest when those three little words are spoken. I trust you.

Leaning down, I delicately catch one of his pink nipples with my teeth. Using just the right amount of pressure, I bite him, causing a moan to escape his lips, before soothing the pain with a lick. I repeat the process with his other nipple before getting to my feet. As I drop to the ground, I marvel at his rosebud, tightly clenched in anticipation of what’s to come. Grumbling with appreciation, I can’t help but admire the view laid out before me. I succumb to temptation because that’s the essence of Tris. Temptation. The smell of his arousal fills the air as I part his cheeks, intensifying my desire. I press my tongue flat against the surface of his skin and take a lick. From hole to taint. I’m done for. Just one taste and I’m hooked. My new addiction. Tristan.

With a combination of circular massage, gentle caresses, teasing bites, and sucking, I make him squirm until he’s relaxed, allowing me to explore further with my tongue. In the throes of passion, he instinctively grasps his cheeks and pulls them apart further. A silent request. That’s it, little fox, open up for me. The deeper I go, the more he craves.

“Please, Dax. I need you inside me.”

The rough, throaty sound of his plea makes me jump to my feet, not even bothering to wipe the saliva from my face. I want to taste him on my tongue as I bury myself inside. Coating my fingers with lube, I insert two. With each gentle touch on his sweet spot, I coax moan after moan from him. Once I’m satisfied he’s ready, I retract my fingers and use the remaining lube on my hand to cover my shaft.

“Slide back up the bed and place a pillow under your lower back for me.”

Once more, he obeys my command without hesitation. Mixed emotions course through my body, with arousal at the forefront and nervousness not far behind. “Are you absolutely certain you want this?” I ask as I settle onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs.

“Absolutely, without a doubt. I’ve dreamt of this moment; never thought it would happen. So yes, I want this. I want you to take what you need from me. Please.” The words come out clipped, his arousal getting the better of him.

I respond with a small nod. My heart races as I position myself, ready to enter his waiting body. Slowly, I push forward, the tension building as I breach him. The way he takes in a sharp breath makes me suspect he’s anxious. “Relax, little fox, I’ll go slow,” I whisper encouragingly. “You’re doing so well.”

Moving in inch by inch, I feel the beads gliding inside him as he pushes back, granting me access to his body. The soft, silky walls gently wrap around my cock and he lets out a gasp as I slowly pull out an inch before sliding back in. I repeat the motion until I can fully withdraw, effortlessly sliding in and out. He takes me so fucking good.

“You’re amazing, little fox. Does it feel good?”

“Yessss,” he lets out in a quivering voice. “So good. Please fuck me harder. I won’t break.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, so warm. I knew you’d open for me.”

Wrapping my arms around each of his legs, I bend them back as I pick up speed. Sweat beads on my brow. Adrenaline and lust course through my veins, creating a sensation unlike anything else. What is Tristan doing that’s causing me to feel this way? Why does it feel so different with him? My movements become more deliberate as I rotate my pelvis, watching his pretty, pale body flush with a soft pink colour. He is truly a sight to behold. Tris grips my arms, trying to make me go deeper, and I just chuckle. “Be patient.”

“I can’t,” he groans. “I need to come, but please don’t stop. I feel amazing, Dax. You make me feel incredible. Why did we wait so long?”

Both of us know the answer, yet I choose to enjoy the moment and not spoil it by replying. “Take your pretty cock for me, Tris, and come with my name on your lips so you don’t forget who owns you right now.”

I’m so close. My dick is swelling and throbbing, begging for release, but I won’t. Tris must come before anything else.

“Fuck... I’m so close, Dax, keep fucking me just like that. Ahhh. Yes. I’m... I’m coming. Daaaaxxxx .”

Watching his release, every fibre of my being feels alive as his cum sprays across his chest. As I give in to pleasure, bursts of white light flash behind my closed eyes while I lose myself at that moment with Tristan. I release all of myself into him. Our bodies tremble with pleasure as we both reach the peak of ecstasy. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a powerful climax. I pull out of him gently, secretly weeping the loss of him. Exhausted, I drop onto the bed next to him; the mattress offering a welcome respite. Spent. Euphoric. Knackered.

As my body gradually relaxes, and my breathing calms, worry and panic begin to creep in. I just crossed a line by being intimate with someone I was supposed to avoid. Did I just screw up? Have I shattered the trust my son has in me? What about his bond with Tris? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .