Chris & Mishka

Chris became an animal! He grabbed the front of the feisty Mishka’s black tank top in his fist, and in that motion, revealed the smooth skin of his tanned pecs. Mishka let out a tortured moan, as Chris began to pinch his hard little nipples. “Mmmmmm...You make me hot, Chris!...Leave with me!...I am so hard for you!...,” he whispered in his ear.

Chris searched his face with urgency, not believing his ears. “I thought you don’t have sex with guys unless you’re filming...You said you were straight, baby...”

Mishka ran his fingers through Chris’ beautiful curls, studying his features as if he’d never see his face again, and wanted the memory of this moment...”I am straight...But I want to make love to you all night...You are the most beautiful man I ever saw...”

So they left! Mishka said that though it was a romantic cliché, sex on the beach was rather irritating and overrated. They went to Mishka’s room, which he didn’t share with a bunch of silicone-obsessed whore hunters. It was like a little bungalow, opening to a jacuzzi that was out in a small tropical garden, near the bay.

Chris knew that the young Russian was used to fucking men for a living, so he wanted this night to be different...And he knew how to do that...

After kissing and rubbing each other’s hard cocks over their clothes for ten minutes, Chris whispered, “Let’s get these off you...,” and helped Mishka out of his sexy blue jeans. He had on white bikini briefs underneath...What a beautiful ass! He spent another few minutes kissing his smooth, sweet-smelling neck from behind. Mishka purred in delight and closed his eyes, as Chris’ long finger inched down his underwear to rub inside his moist crack...

“Come here, baby...,” he muttered, pulling Mishka into the warm bubbling water of the jacuzzi and making him sit on the edge. Mishka’s eyes glowed with an amber hue under the night’s dim lighting. He was starting to breathe more heavily, and there was a wet spot on the front of his briefs from his raging hard-on...He was looking at Chris like a little slut, almost like they were making their own porno, but there was genuine tenderness in his gaze...

“Ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!...Tvoyu mat’!...Suck my tits, DItyatko!...,” Mishka cried out, running his fingers through Chris’ unruly curls. Chris teased his swollen nipples with the tip of his tongue, switching off to gently suck and nibble on them, for a good ten minutes. He wouldn’t let Mishka touch his own cock, though he was jerking off his furiously.

Once his muscular man mounds were red from all of his abuse, Chris made him stand. “Put your knee up there on the ledge for me, honey...” Mishka did so eagerly, biting down on his lip and smiling. He knew what was coming, but not how great Chris was at it...

Chris slapped his ass first, making him whimper with lust. “Mmmmm...You bad boy!...Look at you with your sweet ass all in my face!...” He easily moved the skimpy fabric aside, unveiling his dripping package and the smooth globes of his ass. “Holy shit! Look at this!...Mmmmm...Its so pretty...,” Chris moaned, kneading the velvety skin of his ass cheeks to look at his pink little pucker, so perfect and absent of hair. He gave Mishka’s ass a playful slap again, then spread him wide to bury his face in there.

The smell of it was intoxicating...A little musky and at the same time, like a trace of his soap. He made the first lick long and wet, causing Mishka to let out a long, excited cry. “Mmmm...I’m gonna eat this ass until you cum, Mishka!...Would you like that?...” Mishka moaned, “Da! Klassnyj!...Lick my hole!”

He kissed it and flicked his tongue across it before he went in for the kill, driving his gorgeous Russian out of his mind! When his pucker was all shiny and dripping with drool, Chris ate his ass deeply and thoroughly. It made him giggle like a rogue when Mishka turned the tables, and began fucking his tongue with his sweet butt! He was growling like a bear as he - holding his ass spread - repeatedly impaled his greedy asshole with Chris’ hungry tongue.

Mishka screamed, “I’m gonna cum!...Oh, yesssss!!!!...Fuck my hole, krasivy!...Tvoyu mat’!...Oh, Godddddd!!!!,” as Gigi D’Agostino sung the words to ‘I’ll Fly With You’ in the background. With one hand tearing at Chris’ hair, and the other planted firmly on the jacuzzi’s ledge, he hadn’t touched his cock once! Neither had Chris. Mishka’s creamy man juice spurt forth like lava from a heated volcano! Chris gripped his ass hard, not withdrawing his exhausted tongue until he was finished cumming. He finished jerking himself off and came a few seconds later, all over the back of Mishka’s muscular calf.

Before Chris could even get to his feet, Mishka was kissing him all over his face, pushing him backwards to a sitting position. They were both laughing. “That was the best rimming ever!...I never before had an orgasm from that…My girlfriend in Russia does not lick my ass…Will you marry me?,” he asked, sinking to his knees between Chris’ legs.

“Yes! Then you can leave me when you want to marry her! But that’s okay, I’m used to getting hurt!,” Chris teased, watching the Russian boy-angel take his cum-drenched cock into his hand and begin to milk it. He was definitely ethereal smiling up at him like that. “What are you doing, sexy? Huh?,” Chris asked, his cock already beginning to twitch in Mishka’s strong hand. “What does it seem to you?...,” he teased watching Chris’ smooth, circumcised cock stiffen to seven inches. “Beautiful!...I love American cock!...So soft and tasty...”

Mishka sure could suck dick! He had a naughty little tongue, teasing the engorged head of Chris’ tool to the point where he thought he’d explode! “Oh, yeah…Suck that cock, baby!…Suck it…That’s it…,” Chris demanded, watching Mishka’s pretty face take almost all of his eight inches and swallow it down. He ran his fingers through his silky, brown hair, which fell adorably in his face as he bobbed up and down. Once he got Chris moaning and bucking his hips total frustration, he stopped abruptly, and pushed his legs back over his head.

“Oh, yeahhhhh!!!,” Chris said, snickering. Mishka stared at his sweet little pucker, lined with a small patch of fuzzy dark hair, and licked his lips. “What a sexy ass…,” he said under his breath. “You really into this?…You don’t have to if you don’t really like it…,” Chris whispered. Mishka looked at him like he had two heads. “Why do you think I do not like it?…,” he whispered, licking the tip of his finger and massaging his sensitive fuck bud. Chris trembled with delight and Mishka stared at him with chestnut eyes full of lust.

“I just heard that you…seem like you kinda fake it when you’re rimming in movies…,” Chris replied, remembering his conversation with Brian earlier today. Mishka pushed his moist lips against Chris’ hole and kissed him deep. Chris moaned and pressed into his face. “Let me show you how I fake it!,” Mishka hissed at him. He sucked it first, then continued with a rapid succession of licks. Mishka had never gotten so into it a guy’s ass as he was now, unless he was fucking it for the camera! Chris had his eyes closed, and was moaning so loud, he didn’t notice that Cristov had entered the scene. 

Cristov stood there rubbing his crotch, his turquoise eyes large and bewildered. This kind of vigorous rimming was not something he thought Mishka was capable of. “Chem ty seychas zanimaeshsya?,” he whispered, hardly able to breathe from how turned on this was making him. Mishka grinned devilishly at him, and muttered, “Zatknis’!” Then, he continued feasting on his American meal of tasty ass. He ate and tongue-fucked Chris until the fuzz around his hole was matted and dripping with spit.

Chris open his eyes. Cristov was kneeling by his head, stroking his huge, uncut cock. He was completely naked except for his white t-shirt. Chris looked at Mishka and he smiled that it was okay. He licked his drenched, quivering asshole a few more times, then rose to his feet and came around by Cristov.

Chris all too eagerly sucked both of their beautiful uncut dicks. Mishka told him to hold up one of his toned legs while he orally pleasured them, so he could finger-fuck his slippery hole. Within minutes, he was so hot from Mishka’s two fingers massaging his prostate, that he had to let Cristov’s rod slip out of his mouth to cry out. “Mmmmmm!…He wants to be fucked!…Yeahhhh…,” Cristov purred.

Mishka took the cue and positioned himself behind Chris. Chris licked his teeth and more than willingly put a muscular calf up on each of his shoulders. He could see how excited this made Mishka, knowing his producer thought he looked better as a ‘bottom’ and didn’t let him ‘top’ very much. Cristov put the condom on his dripping tool, while Mishka squirt some cool, tingly lube into Chris’ crack. The coldness of it made Chris giggle.

“Yessss...You are a bad boy, Chris!...So perfect for a Niklas film...” Chris’ flexible legs bended forward like a pretzel when Mishka laid down on him to share a tender, open mouth kiss. “I would love so much to fuck you for the camera,...but it is more fun to be in private...Vy ochen’ krasivy...You are very beautiful, dityatko...” Chris moaned, as Mishka worked the lube around inside him with a long finger.

He didn’t have the world’s biggest cock, but it fit Chris’ poop shoot like a glove. “Ahhhh, yeahhhhh!,” Mishka cried, moving his hips around. “You are so tight, Miliy! Tell me...Go slow?...Or do you like me to fuck you hard?...You say for me...”

His cock was tickling Chris’ swollen prostate, so he groaned, “Hard! Fuck me hard! Give it to me, Mishka! Fuck my ass!” Mishka and Cristov exchanged hot looks. Chris screamed his approval, as the horny Russian began to fulfill his request. His gaze moved to the beautiful, blond Cristov, playing with himself nearby. “Come over here and sit that pretty ass on my face!,...” he said, grabbing for him.