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Senor Frog's was hopping, as it always was in Cancun in early April. It was spring break time, and The Harvard freshman were hitting Mexico hard! Where else could you be 18, in tropical paradise and get drunk off your ass without getting carded?
"Fuck! Blue, I'm seeing double!," Tripp slurred, collapsing his 6'4, tequila-soaked body onto that of his equally as destroyed friend. It was his 19th birthday, and Chris wanted him seeing triple before their crew retired tonight!
Chris lost his balance and knocked into Tripp's girlfriend, who was kissing MaryBeth (Chris' girlfriend) as a drunken crowd of guys cheered them on.
The boys giggled and looked on. "LUGS!," Tripp said to Chris, shaking his head. Chris looked at him, resting his arm on his broad shoulder. "What's that?," he asked, tossing his head and showering all those nearby with tequila. (The shot girl knew them both by name by 10:30!)
"Lesbians until graduation!," Tripp informed him, tousling Chris' damp curls. Girls hooking up with girls seemed to be the new trend in college nowadays. Chris laughed. "Yeah, or more like lesbians until Chris and Tyler pay attention!" Tripp laughed and looked affectionately into Chris' green-flecked hazel eyes.
MaryBeth and Christine kissed for the first time during a wet t-shirt contest, to get their boyfriends' attention. When Chris and Tripp were together, they were absolute lunatics, and always managed to get into trouble. The girls got angry and jealous of the attention they gave each other, so they decided to turn the tables. Turning the tables never seemed to work on Chris and Tyler and the girls would be at their wits end by midnight tonight!
"Imagine if we kissed? They'd fucking flip!," Tyler whispered. The thought had crossed Chris' mind every single day since he first met Tyler at hockey tryouts for the Crimson. Though Tripp made a lot of sexual comments to him in teasing, he never knew for sure how he'd react if Chris tried something. Though a lot of prep-school reared boys had bisexual tendencies, as Chris discovered growing up, he wasn’t sure if Tripp ever experimented...
He had an opportunity now, with them both completely shit-faced, to find out. He didn't want to freak him out though; so, he stopped short of asking him if he would and instead, just replied with, "Yeah, I know!"
"Tyler and Chris?," a Mexican voice said over the microphone, up on the club's stage. "Come on up boys -- time to get wet!"
Early this evening, they signed up for the 'Wet Willie' contest, the male equivalent of the wet t-shirt one. It just wouldn’t make sense not to, being that they were the rowdiest party boys wherever they went -- and totally unshy!
Winning would be easy for either one of them! Any place they went, heads turned. Even guys checked them out. Six foot three and six foot four with washboard abs and killer smiles, Chris and Tripp could have whatever girls they wanted! And that’s why they spent so much time in the dog house whenever their girlfriends were around!
Cracking up, the boys stripped down to their skivvies by the bar. Tripp's sandy brown bangs fell over his eye as he bent over. “Wish me luck, baby!,” he said to Christine, winking adorably. The crowd was already whistling. Christine was not amused. “Tyler!,” she whined, tossing her blond locks over her shoulder in a way that expressed her displeasure. She was Charleze Theron beautiful and expected to be worshipped as if she really was a movie star.
Tripp was pissed that she was still being condescending. “We’re on Spring Break! Its my fucking birthday! Deal! I had to watch you tongue kiss MaryBeth all night! Think you can give me a break on my birthday, and let me have some fun without the lecture?”
When they leapt onto the stage and extended their arms for some recognition. The drunken bar crowd roared and whistled at their well muscled thighs and smooth, broad chests.
They checked each other out and nodded their approval. Chris needed to refrain form getting himself hot under Tripp’s frisky gaze, even though he’d seen him naked all the time after hockey games.
“May the most well-hung man win! If I win, you’re buying me three tequila shots!,” Chris ordered. Tripp flashed his trademark, drawer-drenching smile. “If I win, I get to choose my birthday present.”
Leaving it at that, Tripp had to make way for Chris to get hosed down with ice cold water, in nothing but fitted, low rise gray boxer briefs...Leaving him wondering just what the fuck that meant!
Chris began a sexy dance to the pounding bass, which right now was more for Tripp than for MaryBeth. Tripp chewed his lower lip and just gawked at him. He looked like he was enjoying the show.
Two drunken girls that were drooling on the floor aimed the hose at him. The water was ice cold when it hit, and he couldn’t help yelling, “Holy shit!” and laughing.
His underwear was a second skin pretty quickly. The outline of his beautiful, circumcised cock was evident, right down to the mushroom head. He was five inches without a hard-on, but he felt that could change when Tripp grabbed the hose from the girls and took over Chris’ freezing cold shower.
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