Tyler ran his hand up Damon’s shirt, pulled the fabric from the waistband and removed it. His hands moved to the waistband of Damon’s jeans and he unbuttoned them while maintaining eye contact. He lowered them slowly, taking the boxers with them. Damon stepped out and stood naked in front of Tyler.
“Oh God, Damon.” Tyler took in the spectacular view of Damon naked. He trailed his fingers along Damon’s jawline and then moved slowly down his torso. He stroked the muscles and closed his eyes.
Damon watched Tyler’s face; he was so beautiful. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was slightly labored. Damon stepped forward and ran his hands up Tyler’s chest. He pulled the shirt off and then moved behind him. He rubbed his hands gently down Tyler’s back, and then slowly circled to the front. He made quick work of unfastening Tyler’s pants and lowered them. Tyler stepped out and kicked them aside. Damon removed the shoes and socks, resumed his position behind Tyler and massaged gently up his calves. He continued to work his way up, kissing and licking each ass cheek and then slowly running his tongue all the way up Tyler’s back to his neck. He kissed the shoulder, and then bit down and sucked hard.
Tyler moaned and his head fell back. Damon kissed his neck and nibbled his earlobe. His hand wandered down to Tyler’s hard cock. He ran his thumb over the aching head and gripped the shaft. He slowly worked his hand, loving every noise Tyler made. He used his other hand to spread his ass cheeks a bit and then slid his hard cock between them. He worked himself up and down while his hand stroked faster.
“Damon!” Tyler was in overload with the hard cock on his ass and the warm hand stroking him. He didn’t know whether to scream or cry it felt so fucking good. Damon was licking and sucking his neck and there were so many things going on at once, Tyler couldn’t hold it anymore. He came in Damon’s hand with a loud cry.
Damon grabbed his shirt and cleaned Tyler up. He took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Damon dropped back onto the bed and pulled Tyler down beside him. His hands went to his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He bit down softly on his bottom lip and then pushed in his tongue. Their tongues rubbed languidly as they explored each other. Tyler’s hands were running up Damon’s inner thigh as he cupped his balls, and he smiled when he heard Damon moan.
“Tyler, make love to me.” Damon looked into Tyler’s wide eyes, reached across and grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside table.
“You sure?” Tyler studied Damon carefully. His blue eyes shone with excitement as he nodded.
He rolled the condom over his rock-hard cock; spread the lube on his fingers and Damon’s entrance. He coated his cock and bent over to resume kissing Damon. He slid two fingers inside Damon’s ass and got a satisfied moan in return. He worked Damon’s ass carefully, added two more fingers and smiled in satisfaction when he heard Damon moan even louder. His eyes had closed and his mouth was partially open, the pink tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip.
“Tyler, please!” Damon’s eyes were pleading. His hips rocked back and forth in the throes of passion.
Tyler kissed him lightly and then lined himself up. He watched Damon’s face closely as he slowly pushed in the head of his cock. Damon winced but held Tyler in place.
“You sure?” Tyler looked at him.
“Yeah, just go slow.” Damon felt Tyler push in a little further. It hurt like hell, but he knew that at some point it would stop hurting and start feeling good. It had better, anyway. He relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes.
Tyler pushed in a little more. He watched his cock slowly disappear into Damon’s warm ass; it was so fucking tight and hot damn it felt good. He was trying to keep himself from plunging in all the way. Finally, he was balls deep in Damon’s ass. He pulled out slowly and pushed in again.
“Are you all right?” Tyler checked Damon’s face again.
“Yes! Fuck, Tyler! That feels SO GOOD!” Damon moaned as the hard cock slid in and out. The pleasure had finally settled in and he grabbed Tyler’s ass to draw him in further. He grabbed his own hard cock and stroked.
Tyler kept his thrusts slow — he wanted to make it last. Having his cock buried in Damon’s ass was the best feeling he had ever had. It was so warm and tight. Tyler shoved in as deep as he could and heard Damon’s quick intake of breath.
“I think you hit it,” Damon groaned. “Do it again!”
Tyler rammed in deep again and watched Damon’s face become completely blissful. He was definitely hitting Damon’s spot. He slid out and slammed in as deep as he could, speeding up and hitting Damon’s prostate repeatedly. He felt his own orgasm on the brink.
“Damon, oh fuck!” Tyler gave one final hard thrust and came deep inside Damon’s ass. He watched as Damon’s own orgasm shot onto his chest. He dropped on top of Damon, breathing hard. He felt fingers threading gently in his hair and turned his to find Damon smiling adoringly at him.
“I love you, Tyler.”
“I love you, Damon, so much.” Tyler withdrew slowly and tied off the condom. He threw it in the trashcan and pressed his lips to Damon’s.
“Let me clean you up,” Tyler whispered. He moved to Damon’s stomach and started licking off the warm cum, his tongue lapping at Damon’s belly button.
“Shit, Tyler!”
Once he had cleaned Damon as much as possible, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm washcloth. He ran it over Damon’s stomach and then tended to his sore ass.
“How’s that feel?” Tyler kissed him slowly.
“Mmm, good.” Damon pulled Tyler into his arms, kissing him slowly.
“Did it hurt?” Tyler looked slightly apprehensive.
“At first, yeah. Let’s take a break and eat. Then we can consider me topping you.”
“Consider? You don’t want to make love to me?”
“I do, Tyler! Oh God, yes I do! I’m just afraid of hurting you.”
“Well, if you can take it I can. And don’t get all egotistical on the size of your manhood,” Tyler laughed.
They ordered room service and channel surfed. Tyler snuggled up close to Damon, running his fingers over his naked body.
“You think we’ll be together when we’re older, Damon?”
“I don’t have plans on leaving you. I love you more than anything.” Damon kissed his forehead.
Tyler moved down to get between Damon’s legs. He ran his hands up and down his thighs, licking his balls and sucking on them lightly. Damon watched as Tyler licked his hard cock, loving the sight. He ran his tongue over the tip, licking the precum before his warm mouth took Damon’s cock in deep. Damon’s head fell back against the headboard. He buried his hands in Tyler’s hair as the slow sucking made his cock impossibly harder. The warm tongue licked him as strong fingers massaged his balls. The suction became more intense, and Damon felt his stomach get warm and start to tingle. He came hard with a cry and Tyler happily took it all.
“Shit!” Damon rasped.
“Mmmm, you taste good.” Tyler licked Damon’s bottom lip, and then begged for entrance, which Damon eagerly gave. He tasted himself on Tyler’s tongue and plunged his own in further. Damon rolled Tyler onto his back and spread his legs as he sucked on his bottom lip.
“I want you.”
Tyler looked deeply into Damon’s eyes. There was love there. And lust. And a primal urge for Damon to own him.
“Baby, I want you too,” he whispered.
Damon took a condom out. Tyler took it from him and unrolled it on Damon’s cock, once again rock-hard. He then lubed it up and gave the bottle back to Damon.
Damon coated his fingers and slid them into Tyler’s ass. They slid in easily and he stretched him out. He twisted his fingers and then added more. He watched as Tyler moaned and writhed on the bed, stretching him out as much as he could to get him ready. Teasing aside, he DID have quite a sizeable manhood.
“Damon, please,” Tyler begged, beads of sweat running down his face.
Damon rubbed his cockhead at Tyler’s entrance. He leaned over
and kissed him slowly, pushing the head in slowly. He heard Tyler’s breath stop. When he looked down, Tyler’s eyes were clenched shut.
“Oh shit, I’m hurting you!” Damon tried to pull away.
“No! Just wait.” Tyler tried hard to relax. Damon was so fucking big and goddamn it hurt. “Just go really slow, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Damon resumed inching inside; he felt Tyler’s fingers gripping his arms. That was going to leave bruises. He had finally gotten the head in when he felt Tyler clamp down.
“Fuck.” Tyler was breathing hard.
“Tyler.”
“No, keep going.”
Damon pushed in a little more. He took his time, watching Tyler’s face the entire time. He finally felt him relax a little and eventually buried in his cock completely in his ass. It took everything Damon had not to come right that second. Tyler was so fucking tight. When he felt Tyler’s ass clamp down on his cock, Damon wanted to ram him.
He started moving slowly, pulling out and slipping back in. Damn, it felt fucking great. Being inside Tyler felt better than anything he had ever even imagined. Tyler was stroking his cock, his hips moving with Damon’s, keeping up a rhythm.
“God I love you, Tyler!”
“I love you, too! Faster! Harder! Go deeper!” Tyler’s hand was stroking faster and it was turning Damon on like crazy.
Damon sped up his thrusts. He buried his cock deep in the beautiful ass and smiled when Tyler let out a loud, long moan. He pushed in again and pulled out slowly, then shoved in hard.
“Fuck, do it again!”
Damon stepped it up now that he could feel himself getting ready to come. Judging by Tyler’s noises and vigorous hip thrusts, so was Tyler. He plunged in and bottomed out — the loud moaning was driving him crazy. He rammed into Tyler and felt hot cum hit him. He slammed in again and felt his whole body explode as he came hard, crying out Tyler’s name. Damon slumped over him and flopped onto his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Holy shit!” Damon kissed Tyler’s neck. He waited until his cock had softened before pulling out. He tied off the condom and tossed it. He hovered over Tyler, looking in his eyes. “I love you so much, Tyler Dion.”
Tyler pulled him down. “I love you too, Damon Youngblood.” He kissed him sweetly.
Damon rolled off and pulled Tyler close to his side. “You okay?”
“Yeah, don’t think I’ll be walking anytime soon,” Tyler laughed.
“Wow, I’m sorry. I was trying so hard not to hurt you.” Damon kissed his forehead.
“Can we take a bath?”
“Sure, stay here and I’ll get it ready.” Damon got up and Tyler nearly drooled as he watched his naked ass. “Damn, now that’s nice.”
Damon turned and winked at him. Tyler heard the water running and then Damon came back. He took Tyler by the hand, pulled him upright and then picked him up.
“I was joking. I think I can walk.”
“Don’t care.” Damon carried Tyler to the tub and gently put him down in the hot water.
“Oh God, that feels good.” Tyler leaned back, letting the hot water soothe his sore ass. “Get in with me.” Tyler sat up and made room.
Damon slid behind him and Tyler settled into his chest. Damon soaped up his hands and caressed Tyler’s chest as the warm water also soothed his own ass.
“Was it everything you thought it would be, Damon?” Tyler tilted his head to the side to look at Damon’s face.
“It was that and more. I felt impossibly close to you, as if we were truly one. Does that make sense?”
“Oh, yeah.” He kissed Damon.
“Well, we have the room all night — we gonna watch TV?” Damon smiled mischievously.
Tyler brought his hand to the back of Damon’s head. He pulled him down for a soft, slow kiss. “I think we can find a better way to occupy our time.”
Chapter 3
Christmas was near, and Stefan and Jordan decided to take the kids and their loved ones to Saint-Tropez during their respective school breaks. The family spent Christmas Day at the Sanders farm, as always, and then boarded the jet to France.
The kids were antsy and soaked in the exotic tropical air. Damon and Tyler were checking out the incredible view from their hotel room.
“Isn’t this where the nude beaches are?” Tyler laughed.
“Yep, most of them are women, though.” He cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Well, we can lay out naked.” Tyler waggled his eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” Damon pulled him in and kissed him. “I would love to see you naked.”
“You mean again?” Tyler smacked his ass. “Come on, let’s get ready.”
~*~
Stefan and Jordan were in their own room unpacking, and Jordan was checking out the sheets with a critical eye.
“Wow, nice and clean!”
“Of course. I asked that the maid use brand-new, washed sheets as my germaphobe husband freaks out otherwise.”
“Aw, thanks, baby. So, we hit the casino tonight with the kids, huh? This should be interesting.”
“Yep, especially since they’ll all be dressed in their very best — the boys in tuxes, and I think Isabelle and Charlie brought the little black dresses. There ought to be lots of admiring glances flying their way! So, dinner first, and then a night of fun. I think they deserve it after what they did in Italy.”
“That they do. It’s amazing to me what the kids can do when they set their minds to something.” Jordan wrapped his arms around Stefan.
“Amazing and scary. I’m glad they’re on our side!” Stefan leaned back and kissed him. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”
Everyone gathered in the dining room at seven. Stefan was so proud of his kids. They were all dressed to the hilt, and their respective loved ones were fine young men and women. Dinner included lively conversation as the kids laughed and talked to their fathers about the planning that went into taking Sophia down. Stefan and Jordan laughed and the champagne was flowing, as well as sparkling cider.
“Damon, you’d better be careful with the champagne.” Jordan looked at him knowingly. “You know you can’t hold your alcohol well.”
Damon smiled. “I won’t overdo it, I swear, but when you come to a country where even I can drink — have to take advantage, Dad.”
Jordan smiled. “Uh huh. Well, when you’re throwing up later, remember I warned you.”
After dinner, they all tried their luck in the casino. Caleb and Heath were winning big at the roulette table, and Damon and Tyler were at the blackjack table making their own money. The girls were watching their men play poker, and Stefan and Jordan were at the slots. They met in the casino lobby later to say their goodnights, and Stefan and Jordan headed upstairs.
Damon and Tyler decided to walk on the beach to relax after the excitement of the casino before heading to their room. It was almost more beautiful at night with all the lights. They held hands as they walked, arms swinging back and forth.
“So we made some money — not like we need it.” Tyler laughed.
“I know. We’ll donate it to Dad’s foundation. Wow, look at the water; it’s so beautiful out here.”
“You’re beautiful.” Tyler turned Damon to face him.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Damon leaned in to kiss him.
“What do you say we head back to the room?” Tyler licked Damon’s neck.
“Mmm, sounds good.”
They walked back slowly, watching couples on the beach. Some were making love right out in the open, in front of God and everyone.
“Wow. I’m not that comfortable,” Damon laughed uneasily.
“Yeah, I don’t see us stripping out of our tuxes and doing the nasty out in public. Although…” Tyler winked at him.
“Yeah, I don’t think so. One word — sand!”
“Well, let’s get back to 1000-thread count sheets, then!” Tyler replied with a laugh.
“Lead the way, gorgeous!”
~*~
Heath was more than a bit tipsy; he was drunk. He was hanging out by the pool, watching Caleb swim.
They had been there for about a half an hour when another couple arrived. The woman’s skin an exotic milk chocolate, and she was dressed in black. Her companion was extremely handsome. He had black hair and gray eyes, wearing only swim trunks — the better to show off his bulging biceps.
They claimed the chaises next to Heath and the woman gave him a bright smile.
“Hello! Are you Americans?”
“Yes, I’m Heath; that’s my fiancé, Caleb.” Heath smiled.
“I’m Casandra; this is my…boy toy, Eduardo.” She smiled brightly again.
“Boy toy, huh?” Heath laughed.
Casandra watched intently as Caleb came out of the pool. “Oh my, I see that you’re a very lucky man.”
“That felt good. My shoulder’s feeling a lot better, considering I got hit by a car not that long ago.” Caleb grabbed a towel. He looked at the woman and put his hand out. “Hi, I’m Caleb.”
“Yes, you are.” Casandra smiled.
Heath started laughing somewhat out of control. “Wow. I’m drunk. I think.”
Casandra eyed him and licked her lips suggestively. “So, are you two interested in a little fun?”
Heath gave her a loopy grin. “Well, that depends.”
Caleb looked at him closely. “Heath, how fucked up are you?”
“I’m just peachie, baby.” Heath winked.
Caleb squatted beside him, on the opposite side from Casandra. “You do know what she’s talking about, right?”
“Fun — as in sexy fun!” Heath launched into another bout of laughter.
Caleb kept his voice low. “Like foursome fun. You do know what that means, right? Someone else will be touching you — and me, for that matter.”
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