Just A Bit Wrong

Zach sat in the car, staring at the house in front of him in a daze.The first floor faintly reveals the light, and the rest of the place is dark and quiet.The house looked so ordinary that he was still surprised now.Even his own house was bigger and more ornate than Tristan's.If he hadn't known what Tristan did, he might never have guessed that it was the home of a famous football player.Perhaps the purpose is to make the house look unremarkable, after all, this home does not have any security system installed.But then again, if security had been installed, Zack couldn't have spent the past half hour staring at it like a creepy stalker.

Zach shook his head bitterly.That's enough.

He got out of the car and walked towards the house.Raindrops fell from the sky.

Zach didn't want to dawdle anymore, so he knocked on the door directly.His erratic behavior had been going on for several weeks.Now, he needs to make a deal.

The door opened and his body tensed.But on the other side of the door was Lydia. "Hi."

She blinked, looking at him in surprise. "Hi. Tristan said you quit."

Zach shook his head. "Is he home?"

She pointed upstairs. "At home, but I think you'd better not mess with him tonight. He's in a bad mood right now." Lydia made a face, then stepped aside to let Zach in. "Actually, he's been like this all day long. I had no choice but to cancel a very important press conference. Then his PR manager actually turned on me. To me, not to Tristan Oh! Where did I go wrong? Obviously he is the one who is difficult to serve, okay?"

"Did he practice today?"

"Training." She smiled wryly. "But I think he trains mostly to be mad at you, plus to prove he can do better without you. What the hell are you doing? How did you get mad at him? Are you stuffing health food into his mouth every day? "

Zach rolled his eyes. "I need to talk to him."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Then I wish you luck. Lock the door for me when I go out."

"you are leaving?"

She opens the door. "I was coming out when you knocked. I've been here all day and it's ten o'clock—thank goodness I've had enough of being his babysitter today. Can live until tomorrow morning. See you later!"

After Lydia left, Zach frowned and locked the door.Her words made him shudder.He has a very large and lively family, and even though his younger siblings moved out not long ago, they still come back to visit frequently.But every time Zach sees Tristan, he is always alone, even when he is recovering from his injuries, Zach has never seen any friends or relatives visit him.Does he have any friends?What about relatives?

Zach pushed the thought aside as he headed upstairs.He didn't come here today to explore the inner world of that brat, nor did he come to show sympathy.

You should never have come.

Zach slowly climbed the stairs, his hand on the smooth wooden handrail, and walked up step by step.His mouth was dry and his heart was beating faster.A small voice in his head kept telling him that he had made a wrong decision.But he did nothing wrong.Jared was right: he needed to get it over with.

But no matter how much Zach hypnotizes himself.He still can't shake the feeling of "doing something wrong".

He did nothing wrong.Donna wouldn't mind.It's been almost a decade since they've been in this on-and-off relationship, and their friendship has lasted 20 years.Because of work, they often don't see each other for several months, so an open relationship is the most suitable for them.When they weren't together, they found their own bedmates. He had slept with a dozen women, and Donna never concealed how many men she had.They like to share the results, and they like to joke about it.In many ways, he and Donna are like an old married couple—their relationship is more like friends than a couple in love.

To be honest, Donna and he had never been in a relationship, not even in their early 20s.Zach has always felt that he has little passion.Of course, as a healthy man, he does not lack desire, but his desire is never excessive.He has been a rational person since he was a child, and the "blood boiling" situation will only appear when he needs it.He never had the urge to “shut them up” in front of people—and gagged them with his dick.He had absolutely no such experience before meeting Tristan.Desire burned his body, driving him to possess, to occupy, to make him want to pin someone down on the bed and fuck him hard, this feeling was too foreign to him, it was rough, primitive, he I can't explain it clearly, and I haven't analyzed the Fa rationally.He didn't want to fuck Tristan in bed, he didn't even want to fuck him - he just wanted to fuck him.Tristan was a man, Zack didn't want to sleep with men, none of that mattered.There was only one man he wanted to fuck, and there was nothing aesthetic about the idea because it was so raw, so savage, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted and vaguely ashamed.Zach still can't believe this is happening to him.Coveting a bad-tempered star nine years younger than him, his younger brothers might die laughing if they knew that their stable and reliable older brother had turned into a guy who was dazzled by sexual desire.If Donna found out about this, she would definitely die laughing too.

But after much deliberation, he still came.Because Jared was right: he had to get this sorted out before the wedding, and the sooner the better.

Zach pushed open the door to Tristan's bedroom.

The room was empty, but he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the bedroom.Tristan probably didn't even know someone was in the house.

He realized that his feet were moving forward uncontrollably.

Tristan's bathroom was large and spacious, filled with steam.The shower room has enough space for five people, even a man of medium build.Still a naked man, with his back to Zack, steam billowing around him.

Zach has worked as a personal trainer and physical therapist for many actors and athletes, most of whom use their bodies as tools to make money.Many people have a fit body, and there are a few whose bodies can be said to be flawless.But their bodies are at best part of Zach's job.But at this moment, Zach felt almost suffocated.Tristan's back was bent into a graceful arc, and the water droplets slid down that curve, flowing over the flawless golden skin, and finally landed on a pair of dimples on the back of his waist.Below the waist are two round and full buttocks.Zach's eyes followed the drops, across Tristan's body, his cock hard as a rock.He wanted to touch, to taste the flesh in front of him, his hands and mouth were itching.He wanted to kiss, to bite those perfect little asses, to bury his face in them, to taste the pussy hidden inside with his tongue.Zach wanted to do that yesterday when Tristan lay on his lap.His ass was so bloody red from Zach's spanking, it was so damn pretty, all Zach wanted to do was slap open the kid's ass and lick it until it was open enough to be penetrated by his cock.At the time, it took all his willpower to resist the urge.After Tristan passed out, he just jerked a few times and sprayed himself like a kid.

His current state is not much better.

Zach's mouth became dry and astringent, and he watched Tristan carefully wash between the buttocks with the bath liquid, his slender fingers first slid up and down, then in again, Tristan's lips overflowed There was a small moan.Zach's body froze before he realized Tristan wasn't cleaning but masturbating.His legs were slightly apart and his forehead was pressed against the bathroom wall to make it easier for his fingers to get in and out.Zach's eyes were fixed on his fingers: God, his ass was obscenely full, and Tristan's fingers were going in and out of his asshole.In Zack's wild imagination, his bright red cock head was slowly disappearing into that pussy.Oh shit.

Tristan pushed his second finger in and began to hand fuck himself.The pleasure made him gasp from time to time, and the sound directly stimulated Zach's cock.He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to leave quickly.He should wait in the bedroom for Tristan to come out.They need to have a good talk.Zach wasn't under any fantasies, he knew he was going to give the kid a hard fuck by the time the talk was over, but they really needed to get things out of the way first.He needed to make sure Tristan and his thoughts were in sync, and he needed to understand that their sex wasn't going to make any sense or change the relationship between the two of them.

Move quickly, he told himself.

Zach moved—but he didn't leave the bathroom.

He walked towards Tristan, the sound of running water drowning out the footsteps.He knelt down on the tiled bathroom floor, clutching Tristan's crotch, and brushed his lips over his smooth buttocks.

Tristan froze, and he immediately pulled his finger out.He tried to turn around, but Zach held him tight.Tristan couldn't move, he could only turn his head.His cheeks were flushed, his blue-green eyes were wide open, their long dark lashes beating wet with water.This Tristan is so beautiful, his bright red, soft lips forming a perfect "O" shape, which in Zach's eyes makes his balls swell and ache.Tristan's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.God, he looks so delicious, Zach just wants to eat him.

"You do—" Tristan wanted to say something, but Zach licked his asshole hard at this moment, and the unfinished words instantly turned into moans.

Zach spread his hips apart, savoring the clean skin and fruity lube recklessly.In the past, there were also women who asked him to lick his backside, but he never minded, but this was the first time that his blood was throbbing from licking his pussy.Tristan let out a small, cracking moan that fell in Zack's ear so arousingly that he couldn't get enough of it.But soon enough, just pussy-licking wasn't enough: because his cock wanted to replace his tongue.

Zach stood up. He shook off his soaking jacket, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his aching cock. "Lubricant," he said, his wet suit covering Tristan's naked body.Shit, he needs to fuck him really well.

Zach's fingers were trembling, and Tristan reached over to the shelf and handed him a bottle of lube.Zach quickly lubed Tristan's back hole, inserted two fingers and began to expand rapidly.He couldn't even wait for a second now.He put his teeth around Tristan's neck and sucked hard, one hand all over his throbbing cock with lube, trying to line up his cock head against Tristan's ass and they moaned at the same time Come out, but because of the height difference between the two, this angle is really inconvenient.

"You're so fucking short," Zach gasped, brushing the head of his cock over Tristan's ass hole again and again.

"I don't," Tristan said, pushing his cock back, sounding like he was dreaming.

Zach cursed and backed away. "Come here," he grabbed Tristan roughly by the arm, and dragged him out of the bathroom.He took off his drenched T-shirt and kicked off his boots as he walked, but his patience could only do so much.The moment Tristan sits on the bed, Zach is on top of him, his tongue twirling in Tristan's mouth, his cock crushing his thigh.His kisses were not gentle, his touch was not sweet at all, his actions were angry and rough, and the frustration that had been pent up for a long time was finally relieved.He attacked Tristan's lips with his lips and teeth, nibbling and sucking, and Tristan writhed beneath him, oh god, Zach just wanted to eat the little bastard alive.He wanted to fuck him until he didn't have to think about him every day anymore.Tristan's tongue stuck into his mouth, his hands clenched his hair tightly, and he panted lightly and urgently under the stimulation of pleasure.

"Fuck," Tristan hummed. "Let's fuck. Please, please, fuck it."

Zach stopped kissing, all he wanted was to put the boy's legs over his shoulders and fuck him hard.He took in a trembling breath, trying to suppress the raging desire.He couldn't do that, he had to be careful, he had to be careful, Tristan wasn't healed.

Zach rolls off Tristan and lays him on his side.

"What are you doing—?"

"It's less likely to hurt your groin in this position," Zach said, hugging Tristan from behind, and buried his face in the back of Tristan's neck. "Bring your knees up. Be careful. Don't go too hard. Don't overstretch the adductor brevis."

"You're too outrageous," Tristan snorted, "It's not sexy at all to talk about something at this time."

Zach let out a gruff laugh, sucking the hickey on Tristan's neck yesterday with his lips. "It's not about being sexy." He grabbed his pre-cum-soaked cock and slowly squeezed it into Tristan's asshole.Zach gasped as the incredible tightness surrounded his cock.God, Zach had to force himself to stop when he was rooted.He didn't lubricate Tristan well, so give him time to adjust.

Tristan gasped for breath. "Are you okay?"

Zach closed his eyes and gave a wry smile.He couldn't believe he was so irresponsible.He was never like that. "No, How about you?"

"Of course not." Tristan's body relaxed. "Jared asked us to check for STDs every few weeks."

Zach felt his guts tighten as he bit Tristan's vulnerable neck and pulled out his cock. "Jared said you seduced him. Do you like him?"

Tristan couldn't breathe from laughing. "He's the hottest man I've ever met. Of course I like him."

Zach's cock slammed into Tristan's asshole hard.

Tristan took a deep breath.He turned his head and smiled drowsily at him. "Sorry, did I get mad at you?"

"What's going to piss me off?" Zach wraps his arms around Tristan's waist, pulling him closer, and starts pumping.It was a particularly bad position because of the limited range of motion, so he couldn't fuck the brat as much as he wanted - although it was good for him considering Tristan's injuries.

"I was just saying it offhand," Tristan said meanly. "Your complexion is not very good."

"I should spank your ass every day," Zach gritted his teeth, clutching Tristan's crotch and slowly twitching.God, he wanted to pin the kid down and fuck him hard.It's torture to do it so slowly. "I'm not interested in who you like at all. It's just to relieve each other, so let's stop acting affectionate."

"Yo, your mouth is so sweet, it makes people feel special."

"It's nothing special," Zach said, burning a string of wet kisses on Tristan's neck. "It's nothing, after all, we don't like each other, so this is just sex."

"Indeed," Tristan smiled. "Still the worst gun I've ever shot."

"Really?" Zach asked softly.

"Yeah. Boring to death." Tristan yawned. "Remember to wake me up when you're done—"

Zach pushed Tristan onto the bed, and Tristan let out a cry.who cares.He pushed Tristan onto his knees on the bed, and thrust him hard from behind.Tristan groaned, his arms loosened, his elbows supporting his body, and he pushed back with Zach's cock in his mouth.Gritting his teeth, Zach gasped. He could finally fuck Tristan the way he wanted, the muscles in his neck tensed and his body moved wildly.For so long, there were only a few occasions when he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to penetrate Tristan's body, but never once did he imagine that when he did penetrate, he would be so urgent and out of control.But that's exactly what he was at the moment: desperate, out of control, twisting and rubbing, trying to crawl his way inside the boy.His pumping got harder and deeper each time, but as he stared at Tristan, he still couldn't get enough: the kid's back and buttocks were so beautiful, and his own cock was in there In and out.Tristan hummed lowly, seemingly utterly shameless, as his body slammed back to meet Zach's jab like he had an insatiable fascination with his cock.

"What else do you have to say now?" Zach gritted his teeth, and he couldn't help snorting every time he pumped.

"Fuck you... oh my god... um... do it again."

Zach continued to fuck hard until his world was a riot of watercolor, and he pumped faster and faster - perfect, great - and then he felt Tristan cum Coming out, his asshole clenched and his whole body shaking, and Zach kept pumping in his orgasm because he couldn't stop; he was so close.Finally, Tristan's legs gave up and he collapsed face down on the bed, Zach fell with him, moaning, getting deeper and deeper each time.Then, he came so hard that his vision went white with the intensity of his orgasm.He seemed to be able to keep coming like this, all the way inside Tristan, until he couldn't.Zach's arms gave way, and he closed his eyes, exhausted but content.

He should probably move aside a bit.Women often complain that he is too heavy.But Tristan didn't say anything, so Zach didn't move, just licked and kissed Tristan's sweaty neck.His cock was still inside the boy and he didn't want to pull it out.

The room was quiet and comfortable.His body was completely satiated, and the maddening frustration finally disappeared.He knew Tristan was still awake—because Zac would squirm a little when he kissed him, but Tristan remained silent.

"Sex is such a stupid thing," Tristan muttered suddenly, his voice muffled. "Don't you think so?"

"Huh?" Zach responded, pressing his lips into a series of kisses on Tristan's neck.Before, he never thought that a person's neck could be so beautiful.But Tristan has such a beautiful neck.

"Sex will make people stupid, and it will also create the illusion of intimacy." Tristan sounded thoughtful, even with a hint of loneliness that he couldn't ask for. "It's so stupid."

Zach frowned, his mind so heavy with pleasure that he didn't want to do anything but sleep.Then he found himself still kissing the little kid's neck.He stopped, cleared his throat, and wanted to say something. "It's normal," he said, his voice dry. "When the body experiences an orgasm, it usually produces a lot of oxytocin, which creates an intimate, intimate..."

"Shut up you. Don't talk. I can't believe it. Your dick is still in my ass. Please stop talking about it now." Tristan yawned. "good night."

Then, he just fell asleep.

Now Zach really should go.

But he didn't move, he would go.

Just, let him stay for a while.