Chris & Tripp -- Spring Break In Cancun

Tripp came hard from Chris' tenacious rimming. "Fuck, yeah! It feels so fucking hot! I'm gonna cum! Keep going, baby! Yeah, fuck me with your tongue! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!!! Oh, God! Here it comes! Ahhhhhh, yeahhhhhh!!!!!!,"he yelled, cranking hard on his cock and shooting his milky load all over his face.

"That was awesome!," Tripp panted, as Chris playfully cleaned off his face with his tongue and shared it through a kiss. Chris' hard cock seemed to have a mind of its own as he laid on top of him. Tripp smiled nervously and shifted around beneath him a bit, as his virgin pucker was prodded by the tip of Chris' aching love muscle. He grabbed the bottle of tequila that was sitting nearby, and took a long gulp. It made him grimace and they shared a laugh.

"Do you like fucking guys?," Chris asked, taking a swig from the bottle himself. "Have you...done it a lot?..." Tripp nodded and toyed with a stray chocolate curl that fell over Chris's eyes. "I love it! I never got fingered...or rimmed before...But I wanted you to do it, Chris...And I want you to fuck me!..I never thought I'd ever say that to another guy..."

Chris felt a wad of pre-cum drip from his piss slit, as his cock stretched to its full six and a half inches. He wanted to pound that sweet ass until he came ten times!

"So you're versatile then?," he teased, nudging him. Chris loved to fuck and be fucked equally. "I am now!," Tripp said, giggling. "So what do you say, you let me suck your cock - get it nice and wet - so you can deflower me?"

Tripp was a skilled cock sucker, as nasty and dirty as they come! He was a little whore between Chris' thighs, even ramming two fingers up his ass to milk his prostate. "Let me rim you, you hot little fucker!," Tripp commanded, as Chris lifted his hips to meet Tripp's fingers thrust for thrust.

Chris flashed him a wicked grin, then grabbed his wrists and wrestled him into a pinned position. "Oh, no you don't! I know what you're trying to do, Mr. Janik! Now spread those juicy thighs, because its time to take my cock! I'm the 'top' right now, remember?"

Tripp was really turned on by Chris' forcefulness. He seemed to like a partner that could match his passion. Their chests were heaving and their eyes were locked in an overwhelming hunger...

By now, Chris' cock was soaked in a mixture of Tripp's saliva and his own pre-cum. He could slide it up there in one shot if he wanted to, and just drill him. Right now, he teased his bud with it, pressing forward just enough for the head to penetrate. An involuntary moan escaped Tripp's throat.

"Oh, Goddddd!," Tripp cried, when Chris gripped his thighs and eased his cock all the way inside Tripp's hot little pooper. The moist, tightness of it made him contribute a moan of his own.

Chris took a mouthful of tequila from the bottle, then seductively trickled the honey-colored nectar from his mouth to Tyler's, before sharing a kiss.

He took the first few thrusts slowly, and Tripp of course was biting down hard on his lip in virgin pain. "I'm not using a condom...Is that okay?," Chris asked, the total alcohol consumption of the night easily impairing his judgment.

"Its okay...You haven't fucked anyone without one before, right?...And as you can tell, nothing's been up here!" They managed a laugh.

Minutes later, Tripp was growling in ecstasy, as Chris had picked up the pace, fucking him doggie style. "Slap my ass!," he ordered. "Slap it! Oh, yeahhhh, baby!...Harder! Fuck me harder! Uh-huh! Fuck, yeah!"

The humid Cancun air, combined with the sweat of their labor and the steam from the jacuzzi, made their bodies glisten in the darkness. The harder Chris fucked him, the more he could smell the musky, vinegary scent of his delicious ass...And the harder his cock got squeezed from Tripp's throbbing prostate...

'Oh, yeahhhh - I'm gonna cum!," he screamed, as he rode Chris cock facing outward. Chris wouldn't let him touch his cock, wanting him to savor the incredible pleasure of a true butt fuck orgasm. "Oh, yeah, baby - don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! That's it, baby! Fuck me! Keep going!"

Chris was slapping Tyler's ass and thrusting upwards while he thrust down. This did it for his feisty Harvard comrade! Had they returned, Tyler would have woken up everyone in the surrounding rooms when he came.

Chris asked the shuddering Tyler if he could cum inside, and his response was, "You better!," with a greedy little tug of his hair. 

It was anyone's guess who was louder when Chris finally blew his batch into Tyler's no-longer-virgin fuck tunnel, but he could give a shit less about toning it down!

It was four o'clock in the morning when they finally laid there, sweaty and out of breath, tangled in each other's arms. Tripp rolled on his side to prop up his head and look down at his friend, who's status was now in question. His eyes were full of a crazy amount of tenderness, as was often the case when Chris fucked them for the first time.

"Sooo...Do you go back to MaryBeth tomorrow and forget this happened?...Or do I mean a little more to you than just a drunken fuck?," Tripp asked, seemingly prepared to get hurt.

"What do you want?," Chris asked, toying with a lock of Tyler's hair and noticing how it looked gold under the dim light overhead. His blue eyes looked like jewels. He was so gorgeous right now, that Chris wanted to fuck again.

"I want to just see what happens with us...I want to kiss you...I want to fuck you...I want you to fuck me..." Tripp whispered, pulling Chris into his arms. "I want to fall asleep in your arms at night...Not every night, but when you're not with MaryBeth - and I'm not with Christine...I want you to fall in love with me!...And you will, because I'm irresistible - and I'm the best fucking lay you ever had - admit it!"

Chris rolled him into his back, not only intrigued, but totally smitten. "Oh yeah?...You want me to love you, huh?...You're too funny looking!...Never happen!," he teased.

Tripp rolled him over and pinned him. "Fuck you, VonBlue! You're gonna love me more than you love anyone! 'Cuz I'm not gonna give you a choice!"

Chris smiled affectionately up at him. "You gonna make me?" Tripp raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah! I'm gonna make you do a lot of things, baby! You can start by getting your sweaty ass in the shower...After I soap you all up, I think I'm going to call 'top' and say we go for one more round...What do you say?..."

Chris snickered boyishly, feeling Tripp's cock begin to stiffen against his leg. "First of all,...Happy fucking birthday!...I think I have to say, Tyler,...that this Spring Break is going to get more interesting...And so is Harvard life..."

Tyler leaned down. "Fuck, yeah!," he purred, engaging him in a passionate kiss. "I'll never let you regret it..."