Excerpts from Crossing Borders

A brief introduction:

Tristan is 19 years old and although he has been dating (and having sex with) girls since he was 14, something in him isn't completely satisfied. He's a very horny and handsome boy with bright red hair, freckles and a runners build. But, after he finds himself more turned on by looking at his last girl friend's brother as the brother tells Tristan that she's dumping him, he decides to take the plunge and try something new. He goes out cruising guys for the first time one evening at a Borders book store (thus part of the pun of the title of this novel) where he runs into an old nemesis of his, a police officer he calls "officer Helmet."

The nick name comes from the officer having given Tristan a ticket a couple years prior for not wearing a helmet while skateboarding. A rather expensive ticket as it turned out. Tristan isn't the least bit happy to see 'officer Helmet' that evening, his presence putting a damper on his attempts to hook up with someone.

But 'officer Helmet' -- whose actual name is Michael -- a very attractive and sexy man in his late 20s -- sees all this from a completely different perspective. Michael has his own nick name for Tristan, 'Sparky', on whom he's had his eye since he wrote the ticket two years before. Several times he's tried to chase 'Sparky' down to give him another ticket and several times Tristan has avoided 'officer Helmet's' pursuits. This time, however, things turn out differently for both of them as an attraction that has been building for years finally, and surprisingly, comes to fruition.

There are several sections of this novel I want to share with you guys but, knowing most of you as well as I do, I know many of you won't read anything lengthy UNLESS it excites your dick as well as your brain. Soooo... for this first excerpt, to get your attention and possibly interested in reading more, I offer you the following:

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(excerpt from) Chapter Eleven

As he had on their first date, Michael found himself awake and watching as Tristan slept in the glow of the fire. Periodically, he added a log, keeping the room warm. Experimenting with touch, he found he barely had to ripple a light fingertip over his sleeping lover, and Tristan would move, twisting until he was melted into Michael’s embrace. Stroking Tristan’s cheek got Michael a sleepy kiss. Touching Tristan’s back or sliding a hand down his spine earned Michael the satisfying squeeze of arms around him. And squeezing Tristan’s ass got him a fully awake and erect boy-toy looking for love.

“Hey,” said Tristan, pushing the hair out of his face as he climbed on top of Michael, rocking against him until they were both hard. Tristan grinned sleepily. “Ready or not…”

“Oh, ready,” breathed Michael, kissing him. I have never seen anything like you before.”

“Like it?” said Tristan, flipping his hair. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, if you only knew,” said Michael.

“I know.” Tristan smiled. “The way you looked at me in the bookstore made me feel like a porn star.”

“Sorry,” said Michael

Tristan ground his hips against Michael’s so hard he gasped. “Look at me,” said Tristan, nipping his lips. “Nothing, nothing has ever made me hot like having your eyes on me.”

“Ooh, a little bossy boy-toy,” signed Michael happily.

“I’m going to make you squirm,” said Tristan, teasing Michael’s neck with his lips and teeth. “Going to make you beg.” He caught Michael’s balls with one hand, giving them the lightest squeeze. “Going to make you do me all night long – hey, think I could ride you?”

“Right now?” asked Michael, wondering if Tristan was up to it.

“Yeah, then I could…” He whispered into Michael’s ear “… myself on your cock all I want.”

“Holly crap. You are going to kill me dead.”

“Yeah, probably. Just show me where the chalk is so I can draw a line around your body.” Tristan laughed., lunging for the lube and a condom. “Here, get me ready. Okay?”

“Oh, um,” said Michael, not sure what just happened. “All right.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was remembering with fondness the sweetly hesitant boy he’d brought home the week before. Tristan twisted on top of Michael turning with a great show of effort so that his mouth could be on Michael’s cock and Michael had the option of reciprocating. Michael opened the lube and found himself face to…butt…with Tristan’s ass.

“I’ll just…um…be here while you do that.” Tristan said, and Michael felt something warm and slippery slide over his cock. Tristan nuzzled down into the creases between Michael’s legs and body, his hair slipping and sliding on Michael’s thighs.

“Oh, when you do that…I…” said Michael.

“Yeah?” hummed Tristan, around Michael’s balls. He pulled Michael’s knees up and dipped his head between his legs slithering his tongue down the sensitive skin leading to Michael’s hole. Tristan’s tongue bead was going to make him crazy. Michael pressed a finger into Tristan’s tight heat and was getting ready to insert another when he felt Tristan’s tongue firmly invade him.

“Oh, shit!” He jumped, his pubic bone hitting Tristan’s chin on the way up and snapping his teeth together.

“Whoa! Danger, Will Robinson,” murmured Tristan, going back to tonguing his hole. “Does Michael like this? I think he does.”

“Jeez, baby,” said Michael, who slipped a third finger in and let Tristan rock on his hand, changing to two thumbs and brushing his gland with each in turn.

“I think…” said Tristan panting. “Oh, I want…” he moaned.

Michael withdrew his thumbs and took Tristan’s hips with the intention of helping him turn around. Tristan shifted and turned again, this time more clumsily, his full, heavy cock banging Michael’s chest and dripping on it as he positioned himself. He rolled a condom down Michael’s dick with a practiced flick of his hands. “I need…Michael,” he said, impaling himself in one swift motion, sucking in a lungful of air.

“Oh!” He gasped as he sat for a moment in shock. “Ooooh,” he said again, more quietly, closing his eyes. He began, tentatively, to move.

Michael though he’d never seen anything more awesome in his life. Tristan in the firelight, riding his cock, became the fire, the orange glow lighting his amazing straight shiny red hair until it luminesced as if it were light itself. Michael could see the crimson stain of arousal creeping up Tristan’s neck and staining his cheeks a dull red. He put his hands on Tristan’s thighs, sliding them up to his hips, waiting, watching for the boy to start his ride. He felt Tristan’s muscles relax around his cock, no longer squeezing the life out of him, but undulating, as if Tristan was testing out his own body. Exploring the sensation without beginning to move.

It seemed an eternity passed in the hushed living room, the fire snapping and cracking the only sound besides their breathing, when Tristan began to move. He opened his eyes first, reaching out to touch Michael’s face tentatively with what Michael privately thought of as his baby fingers. The sweetness of his touch made Michael want to close his eyes, to lean into the delicate embrace, but as soon as he did, Tristan gave his jaw a squeeze.

“Do not take your eyes off me, Michael,” he commanded and suddenly, Michael wanted very much to obey. The irony of a total newbie who could dominate him while he took it up the ass didn’t go unnoticed. It simply sucked his brain out until he belonged to the boy, and if Tristan said jump, he would beg for the privilege of saying how high.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely, clearing his throat. “Yes, Tristan.”

Tristan moved then, using his strong thighs to life himself off Michael and gravity to slam him back down a little, shocking the air right out of Michael’s lungs in a whoosh that surprised him. “Going to take you there,” said Tristan, now lifting the hair off his sweaty shoulders. “Take you wherever you want to go…”

“Yeah,” choked Michael. “Hell yeah, baby, only you…” he panted, gripping Tristan’s ass so hard he was sure to feel it the next day. It was as if Michael could taste him on the air, the smell of sex and skin and fresh apples teasing all his senses until his focus narrowed to the two of them, and nothing else existed.

“Only me…” whispered Tristan, dropping his hair. He slid his hands down his body, touching all the juicy parts on the way, and it drove Michael crazy. “When I touched myself this week, I pictured you,” he said. “Your hands, your lips, your tongue. Touch me?” He put Michael’s hands on his cock and held them there as he moved faster and faster, up and down, his tight asshole gripping and squeezing until Michael could hardly breathe.

Michael began to move his hands under Tristan’s pumping Tristan’s cock, his hands gripping, pulling, and teasing the slit until Tristan writhed and clenched around him like a fist. He shifted Tristan a little, making him gasp and shudder as he pushed his cock against Tristan’s gland again and again and again.

“Baby,” croaked Michael. “I’m going to…Tristan!”

He Pumped Tristan’s cock harder and felt it swell and harden like a stone in his hands, felt Tristan’s balls pull up and his hole flutter as he shot jets of cum on Michael’s chest and face. Michael followed him over the edge, yanking him down onto his cock until he crushed beneath Tristan, moaning as he felt heat flood the latex, his body jerking and shuddering completely out of his control.

“Yessss,” hissed Tristan. “Yessss…Michael…oh…sweet!” He reached for Michael, gathering him close.

Softening and slipping out of Tristan’s body, Michael removed the condom and tied it off. He tossed it over his head somewhere, vaguely aware that it would probably be just yuck in the morning when he found it again. He couldn’t stop touching Tristan. His hands roamed over the sweet body beside his, while Tristan just looked at him with honest blue eyes.

“Damn, Michael,” Tristan whispered. “What happens to me when I’m with you?”

Michael smiled and ruffled Tristan’s hair. “I have no clue,” he said. “But I’m keeping you.” Tristan licked a drip of cum off Michael’s face and then kissed him. Michael tasted Tristan and apple and intimacy. He groaned and held him closer.

“Oh, keep me,” moaned Tristan. “Please, please, keep me.” He pressed hard against Michael’s side, wrapping his arms around Michael’s neck. “Never felt like that. Not ever.”

“Me neither, never before you.” It didn’t matter if he said it or not, thought Michael, who didn’t believe in playing lover’s games anyway. “It’s as if my whole life started at Borders last week when I looked into your eyes and thought…maybe.”

“Yeah…maybe…” Tristan smiled. Michael kissed each of his eyes in turn and sighed. His Sparky was drifting, melting into him, and starting to breathe deeply and evenly.

“Love you,” he whispered, when he was sure Tristan was sound asleep. “Love you so much, Sparky.” He didn’t play games but maybe he’d hold on to that a little longer by himself. “Love you…”

Sighing, Michael drifted off to sleep himself.

Edit: spelling errors.