Chris & Mishka - The Finale

He accepted Tyler’s tongue into his mouth readily...They hadn’t made love in three weeks...Not like they were about to...Tyler’s hands moved over Chris’ smooth torso, finding his nipples and twisting them between his fingertips. Chris moaned. No one - male or female - could excite him the way Tyler did. No one knew his body, all of his spots...

“I’m...going...to..AA...when...we...get home...,” Tripp promised, his soft lips devouring the tanned skin of Blue’s neck. “Oh, God, Tyler!,” Chris exclaimed, closing his eyes, as Tripp’s hand moved to squeeze the throbbing bulge between his legs. “You don’t know...how happy you made me!” Tripp stopped kissing his neck, and tilted his chin to look him in the eyes.

“Now, I want you to make me happy!...Commit to me, Chris!...Love me...I want it to be me, and only me!...” Chris smiled at his beautiful lover. “I’ve always known it was you...You’re the love of my life, Tyler!...But I can’t do this anymore...We’re three months away from playing AHL hockey, and...you have to commit to this change, Tyler! You have to!”

Tripp kissed his way down Chris’ chest, sucking his swollen nipple into the hot recess of his mouth. Chris cried out and raked his fingers through his beloved’s sandy hair. “You commit to me, I’ll commit to you!,” Tripp whispered, fluttering his piercing up and down Chris’ hard little nub.

“Yessss!!! Oh, God, Tyler!...Yesss!!!,” he promised, as his shorts were shimmied down his hips and off.

Tripp let his own shorts drop to the floor, and his rock hard eight inches sprung to attention before Chris. He stared hungrily at him, as he stroked it. Pre-cum oozed into his palm. “Turn around and show me that ass.,” he directed.

Chris eagerly turned over on the chaise lounge and got on all fours. “Oooo, that’s nice...Spread your legs more for me...,” Tyler continued, his voice becoming a lustful a whisper. Chris spread his legs. He heard Tyler’s hand begin to make sloshing noises, as his cock got wetter and more ready. He could feel the fire in those blue eyes burning his skin.

Tyler got to his knees, and gripped two handfuls of tanned, beautiful Harvard ass. Chris giggled, as he received a frisky slap. “Reading dirty books...,” he muttered, picking up book from the ground again, and flipping to the author blurb on the inside of the back cover. The picture of its writer took his breath away. “John Paul Batista, eh?...No wonder...And its autographed...” 

He tossed it again, and spread his buddy’s freshly showered ass. “There was...a...book signing the...the...Ahhhhhhhh!...,” he cried out, as Tyler’s nasty tongue teased his pretty pucker. “I...I...never heard of him, but...He...winked at me, you know,...when I...Oh, Goddddd, Tyler!”

One thing Tripp knew how to do, was play with Chris’ butt. He had his asshole spread with his thumbs, while his greedy tongue wormed closer and closer to his prostate. “Yeahhhh, deeper!...Deeper, Tyler!...Get in there, baby!...Eat that ass!...Ahhhh!...Fuuuuck, yeahh!,” Chris hissed, backing it up.

Tripp wanted to meet his conquest. He must have buried half of his face up Chris’ fuck chute. Chris fell forward onto his elbows and clutched the sides of the chaise cushion, his ass way up in the air now. 

Tripp felt his prostate, like a little heartbeat against the tip of his tongue. He started to flick it, and moaned as his lover’s body began to shudder. He kept going, through Chris’ string of obscenities. Hearing this beautiful, tawny-eyed creature orgasm, was the hottest fucking reward ever!

“Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuuckkkkk!...Yeahhhh!...Yeahhhh!...Ooohhhh, Godddd!,” Chris wailed, as his cock stiffened and sprayed the green cushions beneath him with pearly boy cream. Tyler squeezed Chris’ two ripe melons, keeping his tongue lodged in his clenching pooper until he finished cumming.

Before the giggling Chris could collapse, Tyler steadied him, and aimed the head of his cock at his spit-soaked pucker. He met a little resistance. He didn’t get to tap this sweet ass as much as he’d like to, because of his pain in the ass girlfriend.

Chris whimpered, but Tyler kept pushing until he got all eight inches into that moist glove. “Ahh, fuuuuck, Blue!...This is so hot!...,” Tripp growled, beginning to move his hips back and forth. “I missed this ass!”

Chris tried to catch his breath as Tripp reamed him out. “Oh, Tyler!...Your cock feels so good!...Ohmigodddd!...Fuck me!...” Tripp acted oblivious. “What?...I didn’t hear you.” Chris looked over his shoulder at him, he eyes narrowed with greed. “I said FUCK ME!...Now!...Hard!...,” he commanded, gritting his teeth.

Tripp loved it when Chris talked dirty. He bit down on his lip and began to nail him, clutching him by the hips, so he couldn’t squirm away. Chris began to moan so loud, that someone in a neighboring room pounded on the wall. 

Tripp smirked at him, and gave his ass a hard slap with both hands. “Ahhhh, yeahhhhh!,” Chris growled, grinning at him. “Give it to me, Tyler!...Fuck me like you mean it!...Uhhhnnn!...” 

Tripp made him lay flat and grinded down on top of him. “Did the porn star fuck you like this?...Huh?...Did he know how to give you a multiple orgasm?,” he whispered, tonguing his ear.

“Noooo!...Oh, Goddd, Tyler!...I love you!...,” Chris whined. Tripp could feel his baby’s body starting to shudder beneath him. He was right on his prostate now, gyrating his hips. “You better love me! You better love me for life! Now, roll over, baby! Daddy’s gonna fuck the cum outta you!,” he sneered. 

Face to face, they pledged their newfound devotion to each other. Their bodies were slick with sweat, as Tripp held Chris’ thighs and repeatedly plunged into his moist, boy pussy.

“Tyler, don’t stop!...I’m gonna cum!...,” Chris hissed, locking his strong thighs around his back and trying to push in more of his cock. “Maybe I should pull out!...,” Tripp taunted, giving Chris a sloppy kiss. “...For all the nights you threw me out at 4 a.m., so Mary Beth wouldn’t find out we fuck each other!”

He pushed in all the way instead, and jackhammered Chris’ prostate. Chris saw stars. “Ahhhh, fuucckkkk!...Yeahhhhh!,” he screeched, erupting a molten flow of jizz all over Tripp’s chiseled stomach. “Uhnnnn, yeahhhh!...Atta boy, Blue!...Yeahhhh, grab that cock!...Shiiiiit, i’m gonna fucking blow!...Ahhhhhh!” Tripp spasmed, burying his seed deep into Chris bowls, in three successive spurts.

Then, he collapsed onto Chris. Their combined perspiration formed a small puddle on his pelvis. They exchanged holy shit grins. “Ohmigod, Tripp...I can’t stop...shaking!...” Tripp snickered. “There’s a lot more where that came from...I know this is a long shot, but hopefully we’ll be able to do this five or six times before next summer...”

Chris sighed. “Its over!...We graduated Harvard, suma cum laude,...and now we’re really gonna do this!...Rangers and Islanders, baby!...I’m gonna miss seeing you whenever I want, so fucking much!...” Tripp nodded and kissed his nose. “But I’m all yours...If...you want me...,” he mumbled, looking sullen.

Chris grabbed his face and held it, for emphasis that he meant business. “I’ve always wanted you, Tyler Janik!...Always!...And I’m ready to prove that to you!...I’m pulling my head out of my ass once and for all!...Mary Beth is gone when we get home, and you and I are going to have the best summer we ever had!...But you are going to AA, Tripp!...I won’t have it any other way!”

Tripp flashed him a shit-eating grin. “For you to finally be all mine, I’ll do anything!...And if I have to quit the band this summer, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.” Chris kissed him, then sucker punched his arm.

“Owww, you fucker!,” Trip howled, beating on him. They started cracking up, wrestling each other all over the balcony, until Tripp picked up Chris’ book from the ground and held it ransom over the 8th story railing.

“Gimme that, you Scottish fuck!,” Chris demanded. Tripp held it at bay, and began to paw through it. Chris found a small window of opportunity to tackle Tripp to the ground, and took full advantage.

“How come there’s no ‘C’ Is For Chris in here?,” Tripp teased him, trying to ward off the assault. “Because...he never made it to Harvard, where I would have fucked that chapter right into his conscience!...,” Chris boasted, with true Leo confidence. Tripp raised and amused eyebrow. “Oh?”

Chris snatched the book from him and tossed it onto the chair. “I’ll tell you what...,” he said, pinning Tyler’s arms above his head. “When I’m done with you tonight,...you’re gonna rewrite a whole alphabet of ‘C’...How does a book called ‘C’ Is For Chris’ Fat Eight Inch Cock sound, huh?...” 

Tripp moaned and licked his lips. “I love the sound of that!...And I love you!...Can I send it to that dude?...” Chris smirked at his lover’s keen wit and nodded. “Fuck yeah!,” he purred, sliding his tongue into his eager mouth.