Actors Tristan Wilds and Michael B. Jordan were sitting at the bar in Michael's hotel room at the Marriott Hotel. As they talked and drank, Tristan smiled uncontrollably. "Damn, girl friends are right." He thought. "Michael is fine as hell!" Michael was wearing a nice looking grey suit. He noticed that Michael's dress shirt and dress jacket were barely able to contain his muscles. "So, you think I'm fine, hunh?" Michael asked. Tristan looked at him, shocked and surprised.
"Say what?" Tristan asked. "What are you talking about?" He was officially terrified. "Had I said that out loud?" He thought to himself. "You said that I was fine as hell." Michael said. Tristan's eyes bugged out. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. He started to freak out a little bit. "Maybe I shouldn't be drinking." He put the glass of liquor onto the bar and sat down on the couch. He stared at Michael and panicked. "What have I done?"
"Told me how you really feel." Michael said with a smile. He sauntered over and sat on the coffee table that was in front of Tristan. He looked at him seductively and bent down and stared him dead in his eyes. "We can't do this." Tristan protested weakly. "Are you sure about that?" Michael said as he kissed Tristan's lips gently. Tristan's brain blew a fuse. "I mean, we shouldn't..." He said as Michael kissed him again; Deeper, this time. At this point, Tristan would have stripped down butter ball naked for another kiss.
Michael looked him in the eyes and said, "Be honest, What would you like to see me take off?" "Right now?" Tristan asked. "Uh hunh. Right now." Michael said. Tristan had only thought for a few seconds before he produced an answer. "I wanna see your chest." Tristan said. "Can you help me with that?" Michael said. Tristan looked up at Michael and asked, "what would you like me to do?" "Well, you can start by unbuttoning my shirt." Michael said. Tristan tried not to look too excited but, he just couldn't help it.
As he unbuttoned Michael's shirt, he could feel his own dick starting to throb. Michael reached over and caressed Tristan's chest and Tristan shivered. "Keep touching me like that, and, Liable to jump your bones!" He said with a big grin. Michael continued to caress his chest and said, "I ain't skurd!" Tristan bowed his head and muttered, "Please, Jesus, help me!" Michael chuckled and asked, "What do you need Jesus for? I ain't the devil." Michael smiled devilishly. "Unless you want me to be."
Tristan grabbed Michael and pulled him down onto the couch and kissed him passionately. "Well, damn, son!" Michael exclaimed. "I want you." Tristan said passionately. "I see." Michael said. "I see." He kissed Tristan back. "Let me play with those nipples and we might be able to work something out." "I'm all yours." Tristan said with a huge grin on his face. "No, but you will be soon." Michael thought to himself. "And I can't wait."
Tristan lifted his hands over his head, letting Michael remove his shirt. "Stand up for a minute, man." Michael said. Without hesitation, Tristan did as he was asked. Then Michael turned him around and tied his hands behind his back with his shirt. "Oh shit!" Tristan said. "What are you about to do?" "You'll see." Michael whispered in his ear. Tristan's dick throbbed as he waited to see what Michael would do next.
Michael sat down and grabbed Tristan around the waist with his left arm while his right hand caressed the curves of Tristan's ass. Tristan hand never been this vulnerable before; tied up with no way of escape. It thrilled him and scared him all at the same time. "What are you about to do to me?" He asked. He needed to know. He needed to have some control, and, at this moment, he had none. "Just relax." Michael said softly. "Everything's gonna be alright." Crazy thing was, when Michael said it, Tristan believed him.
Michael slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Tristan's jeans and slid them down around his knees. He smiled when he saw Tristan's black briefs that fit snugly on Tristan's booty. Then he chuckled for a moment. "What's so funny?" Tristan asked, sounding a little upset. "Nothing, man." Michael said, trying to get himself together. "I'm just trying to figure out how, on God's great green earth, I got to see such a fine ass as this? I mean, How does that even happen?" Tristan just chuckled. "Have you ever seen your ass, man? It's beautiful!"
"No, can't say that I have seen my ass," Tristan said sarcastically. "considering it is behind me." Michael smacked him on the ass and said, "That's enough out of you, smart ass!" So, Michael grabbed his phone and took a pic of Tristan's ass. "This is what I'm looking at." He handed his phone to Tristan. Tristan looked at the picture as Michael continued to caress and kiss his ass. "Not bad." Tristan said nonchalantly. "I've seen better."
"Where?" Michael asked. He began to nibble on Tristan's ass cheek. "Oooh, fuck!" Tristan moaned. Then, Michael tried to pull Tristan's legs apart, giving him better access to that ass. Unfortunately, he forgot Tristan still had his pants around his knees. So, he went to work. First, he hand to take off Tristan's shoes and socks. He smiled when he saw Tristan's big feet. He had an urge to lick the soles of Tristan's feet, so, he did. "Ooowwweee!"
"Mmmm," Tristan moaned. "That tickles." He wiggled his toes as Michael continued to lick both his feet one at a time. Tristan had no idea that getting his feet licked could turn him on but, it was. He tried to play it cool but, it was hard (literally!). Then, when Michael was satisfied, he slid Tristan's pants and underwear down and off his body. Now, he was able to spread his legs a little farther apart. "Now, I can really get a taste!" Michael said excitedly. He spread Tristan's ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue up Tristan's ass. Tristan trembled as Michael's wet tongue, slowly, went up his ass. "Mmmm, delicious!"
Tristan's brain nearly blew a fuse! He backed his ass up on Michael's wet tongue and moaned every single time. Then, Michael grabbed Tristan's ass cheeks, pulled `em apart, and slid his tongue deeper up Tristan's asshole. "FFUUCCKK!" Tristan moaned. "You ready to give daddy some head?" Michael asked. "Yes, daddy." Tristan said. So, Michael turned Tristan back around and sat him down on the couch. As he sat Tristan down, Michael got distracted by Tristian's firm nipples. "Hold up. Let me see something real quick."
Michael began to play with Tristan's nipples. "Mmmm, feels good." Tristan moaned. Michael bent down and kissed him gently on his lips. Then he bit one of Tristan's nipples. "Oooh, fuck!" "You are mine; you know that?" Michael asked. "Yes, sir!" Tristan said. Michael fondled Tristan's nipples once more. "Mmmm! Ooooh!" His dick was rock hard, and Michael stroked it gently. Michael stroked Tristan's dick and asked, "How does that feel, man?" "F-f-feels g-g-good!" Tristan stuttered. "Oowwee!" Then Michael kissed Tristan's soft lips as he continued to stroke his dick. "Fuck no." Tristan tried to block Michael's hands. "Uh uh uh. Don't block daddy's hands." Michael said. He grabbed Tristan's arms and held them over his head. "Now, I got you."
Now, Michael freely pinched and caressed Tristan's nipples. "MMMMM!" Tristan moaned loudly. Michael moved his hand down and stroked Tristan's dick. Tristan tried to get away from Michael's soft hands. "Where do you think you're going?" Michael asked. "You're gonna make me cum!" Tristan said, irritated. "Chill, man." Michael said. "I got you." Michael unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. "But, first, you got a dick to suck!"
Michael finished taking off his clothes and walked over to Tristan and said, "Open up!" Tristan opened his mouth and Michael slid his nine inch beer can dick in his mouth. Tristan's soft lips were heaven. "Damn, bruh, You've got the softest lips I've ever felt!" Michael said. "Jesus!" He grabbed the back of Tristan's head and slid his dick in and out of his mouth. "Mmmm. Yes indeed!" Tristan was sucking on Michael's dick like he was a Hoover vacuum. "Shit!"
Michael's body trembled as Tristan attempted to suck him dry. "OH MY GOD!" Michael roared. His knuckles in his feet cracked as his toes curled. Michael pushed Tristan away from him. At first, Tristan thought he had done something wrong. Then Michael grabbed Tristan by the arm and shoved him back on the couch. "I ain't done with them lips." He climbed onto the couch and straddled Triston's face, shoving his dick down his throat. "Now, suck me good!"
Tristan sucked Michael good as he fucked his face hard. "Yea, boy!" Michael said aggressively. "Suck that dick! Suck it real good!" Tristan did just that. Michael's dick was rock hard in his mouth! "Now, I'm gonna eat that ass. See how good you taste!" He lifted Tristan's legs. "Hold these." Then he got down on his knees and aimed his tongue up Tristan's asshole. "OH SHIT!" Tristan screamed when he felt Michael's cold wet tongue enter his asshole. Michael slid his tongue in and out of Tristan's tight hole like a serpent. "MMMMMMM!"
"Open that ass for me, man." Michael said as he tried to slide his middle finger up inside. "This ass is tight, man." He slid his finger in and out of Tristan's hole. Tristan grimaced every time Michael slid his finger inside. So, Michael spit on Tristan's hole, lubing it up for the next try. This time, his finger went in deeper. "That's much better isn't it?" As he watched Michael's finger go into his hole, Tristan grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly. "Yea, man! Let me see you stroke that dick." "You gonna fuck me deep?" Tristan asked. Michael smiled wickedly and said, "You know it!"
Michael slid his dick up Tristan's hole as he watched Tristan stroke his dick. "Oooh, fuck!" Tristan moaned. "That dick is a monster!" Tristan's eyes bugged as Michael slid his dick in and out of his hole. "Mmmmmm!" "You like that dick?" Michael asked. "Yess!" Tristan moaned, his head spinning like the girl in "The Exorcist." He tried to keep it together, but that dick was just too damn good. He thought he could feel it all the way up in his guts! Michael bent down and bit Tristan's neck as he continued to drill his hole into oblivion.
"How did I get myself into this?" Tristan asked himself. "The better question was, how do I get myself out? Do I even want to get out?" He was so conflicted about all of this but, he knew one thing; he needed this damn dick. So, he let Michael pummel his hole as he pleased. Then, suddenly, Michael took his dick out. Tristan looked at him strangely. "Don't worry." Michael said. "I ain't done with you, yet." He bent down and stroked Tristan's hard dick. "Now, get up. I wanna pummel that big booty from the back!"
So, Tristan quickly got up from the couch. "Now, assume the position." Tristan said, as if he weas the Popo. "Yes, officer." Tristan said as he laid his hands on the back of the couch and spread his legs wide apart. Then... SMACK! Michael had just slapped Tristan's ass hard, and Tristan nearly came all over the floor! Michael slowly entered Tristan's hole. "Oooh, shit!" Then suddenly, Michael put Tristan in a Full Nelson headlock. Now, Tristan was trapped his grip. In this position, Michael could slam his dick up Tristan's hole at will. He did that and more. "Can you feel my dick up in you, man?" Michael asked. "Does it feel good to ya?"
Michael was beyond feeling good. He felt like he was in heaven. "Fuck me, man. Please!" Tristan begged. He sounded desperate as Michael began to lay down the pipe in his hot ass. Michael piston fucked Triston's hole deep. "OH, MY GODDD!" Tristan's dick was, now, officially rock hard. By this time, both men were sweating like they had just run a marathon. "Now, get on your knees." Michael said as he slid his dick out of Tristan's ass and slapped Tristan's ass cheeks.
When Tristan was in position, Michael slammed his dick up in Tristan's ass. "FFUUCCKK!" Tristan growled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He had not expected doggy style to feel like this. Michael slammed his dick into Tristan's repeatedly. "MMMMMM! OOOOH! OOOWWWEEE!" As he continued to fuck Tristan, Michael bent down and bit Tristan on the neck. "OH SHIT! JESUS!"
As he fucked Tristan, Michael reached around, grabbed Tristan's dick and, stroked it slowly. All Tristan could do was moan in pleasure. Tristan backed his ass up on Michael's dick as it slammed into his ass. "Fuck that ass, man! Fuck that ass." Tristan moaned. "Tell me you want this dick?" Michael teased. "Tell me how much you want this dick!" "I want it, daddy!" Tristan said. "I need that good dick, daddy!"
Michael rammed his dick up Tristan's asshole harder. "FFUUCCKK!" Tristan cried out. his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Michael long stroked Tristan's hole to the rhythm of "Freak me" by 90's R&B group, Silk. Michael was truly fucking Tristan's brains out. "God damn this good dick. Freak me, baby!" Michael grabbed him by the neck and pulled his upper body backwards. Then he kissed his lips as he fondled his chest. His hands found his nipples and pinched them gently. "MMMMMMM!"
Michael could feel his dick ready to explode. At that same moment, Tristan was ready bust a load. "That dick! My God!" He moaned. Then, suddenly, Michael began to fuck him like prison bitch. He rammed his dick deeper and deeper up Tristan's hole. "OOOOH! SSSHHHIIITTT!" Sweat dripped from Michael's chiseled body as he savagely fucked Tristan's hole. At this point, Tristan hoped his ass survived. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Michael roared. "Let me get a taste." Tristan said. Michael pushed him of his dick and said, "Turn over."
Tristan quickly turned over and laid down on his back. Then Michael straddled his chest and said, "Open that mouth." Tristan opened his mouth and waited for whatever came next. Seconds later, he felt Michael's hot cum going down his throat. "Take all this cum, man. Take it all!" Tristan swallowed all the cum that was thrown his way and smiled the whole time. When Michael was finally done, Tristan licked his lips, smiled, and said, "Now, that was good!" Tristan looked at Michael and began to get dressed. "What you doing, man?"
"What you doing, man?" Michael asked as he grabbed Tristan's arm. "I mean, I thought this was just gonna be a fuck and run." Tristan said. "Not if you don't want it to be." Tristan stood there, stunned. "What would you like to do with me?" Tristan lowered his head and said, softly, "Cuddle?" Michael lifted Tristan's head, making him look him in the eye. "What was that?" Michael asked. "I didn't hear you?" "Cuddle, man." Tristan said. "I just wanted to cuddle with you." "Come with me." Michael said. He grabbed Tristan's hand and lead him back into the living room. He pulled two comforters from behind the couch. He laid one down with some pillows. "Let's cuddle."
Michael and Tristan laid on the comforter as he wrapped the other one around them both. Tristan laid on top of Michael. "I love you." Tristan blurted out. Michael looked down at Tristan and smiled. Seconds elapsed before Michael said, "I love you, too." He bent down and kissed Tristan's soft lips. "I love kissing these lips." Tristan's dick started to stir. "I need to take care of something though.
Michael gently flipped Tristan onto his back. Then, suddenly, Michael disappeared under the sheets. Tristan lifted the sheets and asked, "What are you doing under there?" Then, seconds later, he felt Michael's hot mouth on his dick. Michael began to slurp on Tristan's nine inch dick. "Oooh, mmm!" Tristan lifted the cover's off and put his hands on top of Michael's head. "I guess we're going for another round, hunh?" "Another round," Michael said. "With a twist." "What's the twist?" Tristan asked. Michael looked up at Tristan with a smile and said, "This time, you'll be fuckin' me!"
The End