that, Tristan was certain he would die o
beautiful friendship. However, he still wasn't ready to reveal his true feelings to Roth. With a n
ding. The throbbing sensation persisted as he observed the undeniable bulge in his pants. He tried to d
g proud. Tristan closed his eyes, allowing a mental image of Roth to materialize. The previous night, Tristan, being a regular i
oted to the ground, unable to move, totally captivated b
of sensations within Tristan. From that moment on, his thoughts wer
d in his office and Roth had long since departed, with closed eyelids, Tristan allowed Roth to penetrate his mind
te kiss, awakening his senses. Roth inquired about his pleasure, asking if h
enis, visualizing Roth thrusting into him with speed and depth. As he reached the peak of his orgasm, his penis twitched uncontrollab
iently waited, allowing his body to completely calm down. In an hour an
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rried home. A short nap, a shower, and some preparation were necessary before the show.
r, in the company of his friends. Although Tristan had been invited to join him, he politely decli
at accompanied them. The unspoken message in Tristan's eyes eluded description. It possessed an illicit allure, unmasking a hidden f
s own naivety for entertaining the idea that Tristan might be sexually attract
t was clear that Tristan leaned towards women. If word got out about his al
there were limits to how far he could push the boundaries without jeopardizing their bond. D
, but Roth dismissed her. She seemed too young and not his type.
hen drifted into a slumber, leaving himself with an
ager, approached him with a remark, "Hey Roth, we have eager callers waitin
e, when I revealed the secrets to mind-blowing sensual encounters involving food, I wo
ite T-shirt that clung to him like a second skin, down to his jeans and the zipper on his pants. A sharp intake of breath highlight
he majority of the female callers are imploring for your true identit
"Tristan, regardless of any enticements they offer, do not reveal my name to anyone. Can I trus