Chris & Mishka

Cristov was another one with a sweet little butt! He didn’t have much body hair. What he had, was fuzzy and gold against his tan. His ass was like a peach, and Chris ate it like with a vengeance. He alternated with sucking his balls and his cock, when he could reach it. Cristov encouraged the rimming though, and worked on his own dick. “Ahhhhhhh!...You have such a great tongue!...Fuck my hole with it!...Ahhhhhh, yeahhhhh!!!”

Watching his friend get pleasured, made Mishka fuck Chris harder! His balls began to slap against his tight little ass. Chris started to yell his appreciation, provoking Cristov to climb off and sit straddled behind him. He began to kiss him and play with his nipples, helping to bring on the inevitable orgasm.

“Fuck, yeahhhhh!!!!,” Chris growled. “I’m gonna cum, baby! Don’t stop!...” Mishka smiled. “Come on, baby! I want to feel your ass squeeze my cock!...Cum for me! Come onnnnnn!!!!...,” he moaned.

Chris shot so much man cream, that he thought it would take days for his orgasm to subside. With each heavenly spurt, he clamped on Mishka’s cock, triggering him to cum next. Mishka came loud and hard, adding to the pearly puddle on Chris’ muscular stomach. Chris smiled at him as he rubbed their loads all over himself, then turned to assist Cristov with his mouth. Mishka joined him. They each took a side, and together, they ran their moist lips up and down his long man muscle. Cristov yelled, “ Daaaaaaaaaa!!!,” and exploded a two foot shot of man juice straight in the air. They all giggled, as Chris pumped out the rest of his cum. “Shit! SOMEBODY liked that!,” he teased.

The three of them adjourned to the bedroom afterwards, fucking around with each other for about fifteen minutes, like guys do. Him and Tripp playfully beat the shit out of each other all the time before and after they had sex, so he enjoyed it. He ended up pinning Mishka in an uncompromising position, with his legs in the air. Panting and sweaty, they stared at each other. Mishka struggled, but Chris pinned him securely beneath him.

“Do svidaniya!,” Mishka said to Cristov, his caramel eyes not leaving Chris’. Criststov smiled and said, “Poka! Zhdu vashego otveva!,” then left the room.

Mishka laughed nervously up at Chris. “We don’t have to...,” Chris whispered to him, kissing his soft lips. “I know that you don’t...really...” Mishka put his fingers against Chris’ lips to quiet him. “I know...You are so passionate with me Chris...If I let you fuck me,...I know I would cum...” Chris was fighting off the raging hard-on that wanted to control his cock right now. “I wouldn’t cum until you do, baby...I always make sure of that...,” he promised. Mishka began to smile, but he still looked a little tense. “I am sorry!...I do this all the time, but...this time,...with you,...its...”

Chris released his legs, to Mishka’s surprise, and began to shower his sweet Russian face with soft kisses. Mishka was speechless. “Wanna shower?...,” Chris asked, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Mishka nodded.

They soaped each other up in the shower, which got them both hot again. Chris sucked Mishka’s dick until he came, all the while pleasuring himself with his hand. He came right after.

As they toweled off in the bedroom, Chris noticed that Mishka was looking at him in a way that gave him chills. Tripp looked at him that way. “Ummm...So...Do I get to see you again before I go home?...,” he asked, feeling his skin heat up under that intense stare. He should dress and leave, unless Mishka didn’t want that. He had broken his rules down here on his first day! No more guys! He broke this hardcore, and now he’d have to pay with a broken heart if he saw more of this sexy Russian! Two broken hearts in a month - both from other guys! But there was no turning back now...His bed was made!...

“Yes. I would be quite upset if you did not, Miliy!...,” Mishka admitted. “Come...,” he outstretched his arms to him. “Come here to me...” Chris went into his embrace, and savored the temporary feelings of love and tenderness from a European prince he might never see again after this week. “Stay tonight, krasivy...Stay in my arms...”

Nothing else happened that night, as painful as it was for Chris. He wanted to fuck Mishka in the worst way; but, if he was going to show him just how wonderful being with a guy could be, he wanted to do it right...He wanted Mishka to ask for it...His mind was racing along with his heart all night, as he listened to Mishka’s peaceful sleeping breaths....And watched him...God, he looked like an angel against the pillow, with his long lashes and creamy skin...

Chris felt like he slept for fifteen minutes, when he felt Mishka gently shake him. “Wake up, sleepy Chris!...We must have breakfast...Then I must go to work again...” Chris rolled over and looked up at the beautiful face smiling down at him. “God, now you have to fuck for six hours, huh?...,” he said, giggling. Mishka rolled his eyes. “Its my job!...Now anyway...Do not worry your pretty head...I will be ready for you tonight...,” he promised. Chris laughed out loud. “We’ll see!...” Mishka punched him in the arm. Owww! You fucker!,” he yelled, wrestling him to get up. They were both laughing like little boys, as they spent the next ten minutes frolicking.

Chris ate breakfast with the whole ‘Naughty Lifeguards 2’ cast. Two were Czech, three Hungarian, two were American, and the rest were Russian. At first he felt awkward, because they were all giving him looks and teasing Mishka, but he got over it. They were regular 20-something guys, and a few of them were really funny! 

“Mishka had sex with this cute American boy last night!...And he LIKED it!,” Pavel, one of the hot Czechs, yelled to their producer. Mishka smiled and threw a piece of bacon at him. They all turned their attention to Chris. “What did you do to him? I do not believe this! He would not even kiss a man off the camera! Last night, he almost choked you with his tongue!” Chris turned to Mishka. “Yeah! What happened to you?,” he taunted. “I just wanted to try it. Now, I never want to see you again!” Chris got up to leave as a joke and Mishka grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back down.

Mishka wanted to walk him back to his hotel before he started the next phase of filming, which made Chris really happy. He felt a tinge of jealousy thinking that what he had last night, was going to be totally violated for hours today. “Can I watch?,” he asked, hoping he said that casually. Mishka’s brown eyes widened. “No! You cannot, Dityatko!...I would do terrible! But I will dream of you today!...”

He was so beautiful, standing in the lobby smiling at him, that Chris didn’t want him out of his sight. For what may be the last time, he wanted to trace the tip of his finger over that cute little cleft in his chin. But he had to let go of it, and realize that he came down here with his friends...He didn’t come down here to be Mishka’s vacation fling! There was a chance that Mishka would not call him...He needed to keep that in the back of his mind. He got fucked by a beautiful Russian porn star, and would now be the envy of every gay man in America and Europe. He got to kiss those lips, eat that sexy bubble butt until he came hard...Get his ass fucked and his dick licked by that talented little Russian tongue...

“What is wrong?...You look funny to me!,” Mishka asked, touching his arm. Chris snapped out of his lovesick trance. “Oh, nothing! I’m fine, really! I - I’m just tired!...,” he lied. Mishka smiled and purred, “Me too! You were so wild last night!...Sexy American!...”

Chris could only stare at the perfectly tanned angel as he moved to leave. He was crushed already. “I will call you when I take a break later...Enjoy with your friends today! It will be a hot one! Drink a lot on the beach, yes?...You need a lot of water after all of the partying you did!...,” Mishka gave his cheek a gentle pat. “It will do good for you!”

He squeezed Chris hand before he walked away. As it slowly slid out of his grasp, Chris felt like his heart was being dragged out of his chest along with it, on an invisible rope. “Do svidaniya!,” he said, with that charming smile. Chris managed a weak smile and waved at him. “Do svidaniya!,” he mumbled. When he looked up again, Mishka was walking down the sidewalk in his dark sunglasses. Chris saw through the windows how the heads spun like tops as he passed. Both men and women did a double take. 

‘Forget it Chris!...There’s no fucking way in hell you’re gonna see him again!...You were an experiment!...And he’ll go back to Russia!...It was only one night! Its not too late to get some pussy with all the guys tonight and forget you ever met him!,‘ he thought to himself. But he knew there was no way that was going to happen...He felt the knot in his stomach begin to tighten...He headed towards the elevator to go up to his room...

TO BE CONTINUED...