Chris & Tripp - Christmas Break Part I

Chris could still taste the minty Trident kiss in his mouth. It tingled. Not just there, but all over. 

When they stopped off at the rest area to grab some snacks and take pisses, he never thought he’d get an opportunity to kiss Tripp. There were eight of them, four couples. What were the odds of Justin and Drew not having to piss, too, after two hours? Yeah, kind of slim. Even though they had their suspicions, it would make Chris extremely uncomfortable to slip his (secretly more than just) best friend the tongue in front of them.

Chris felt Tripp’s eyes on him as they stood side by side, with their dicks out. Puddles of melting snow began to form beneath their boots. Chris smiled. “You know, checking out another guy’s unit at the urinal is a little disturbing.,” he said. Tripp snickered and nudged him off balance. “You’re such a bad liar, Blue. We both know you wish I was doing more than just looking.”

Chris gave the bathroom a quick once-over. There was a pair of boots peeking out from under one of the stall doors, and a middle-aged man blowing dry his hands next to the sinks. He’d be gone in a few seconds. His gaze moved to Tripp, who was shaking off. His cheeks were still pink from the cold, and it made him look like a doll, with those ice blue eyes.

“Hey, Janik?,” Chris whispered.
“What?”
They zipped up and adjusted, facing each other. “I need to kiss you. Now.”

Tripp studied him for a couple of seconds. Whenever he looked at him, it was always like that. It gave Chris the chills. “Tyler,” he began, inching his face towards his lover’s.

“You’re so hot, Blue. You have no idea how much I love you.,” Tripp whispered. Chris ran his fingers through the back of Tripp’s hair, and latched onto a clump of sandy locks. When he pulled him forward, their noses bumped. Normally, they’d giggle; but, there was no time to spare. 

Chris’ lips were soft and tasted of cherry Chapstick. “Mmm.,” Tripp hummed, gently sucking on his lower lip. Their tongues fought for dominance of the other’s mouth. The recess of Tripp’s was cool and minty from his gum. It was a delicious kiss, making them both want to take things a little further.

Tripp grabbed a handful of Chris’ chestnut curls and pulled back his head, so his lips and tongue could feast on more of him. The familiar scent of his cologne flipped Tripp’s libido switch in an instant. His teeth nipped at Chris’ skin, making him moan. It was loud enough to echo off the blue walls; but, their overwhelming need for each other, whipped their common sense into submission. Tripp began backing him up.

“I swear, if you pull your pants down, I’ll fuck you right here, baby! Right against the wall. Would you like that?,” Tripp hissed. Chris grabbed at the thick corduroy fabric of his pants, feeling his cock move and twitch in their confines. “Yeah! I miss having your cock in my ass, Janik! We haven’t been alone in two weeks. Know how horny that makes me?”
He slapped Tripp’s tight ass with his free hand, making him squeal. That was all Chris needed to take matters into his own hands. He spun his boy toy around and pushed him against the wall, like a cop would a shoplifter. Tyler grunted as his face mashed against the cold tile. 

“Uhhhn, yeah! You like when I slap this ass?,” Chris taunted him.
“Yes!”
“Yes? Yes, do it again, Chris?”
“Yeah! Slap my ass, Blue!”

He slapped his ass harder, leaving his hand on its mark and squeezing. Though he was fully clothed, it forced Tripp’s cheeks to spread for him a bit. Chris started grinding his crotch into that fine, young pooper, looking for relief from the steady throbbing in his jeans. Tyler cried out and looked at him from over his shoulder. His eyes were wild with lust.

“You’re an asshole, Blue!”
“Don’t you mean, ‘I’d like you to fuck my asshole, Blue?’”
“How bad do you want to?”
“Tripp, you’ll be sore for a week!”
“Yeah? Uhhhn, I miss cumming with your cock in me!”
“You’re a whore!”
“And what does that make you?”

The toilet flushed, reminding the boys that they weren’t alone. Chris bit his lip. Tyler burst into a giggle fit. They snuck in a final kiss, then Chris hurried over to the sink. Tyler joined him; but, the two were silent, pretending they didn’t know one another.

A conservative, thirty-something man with glasses exited the stall and came over to wash his hands. He reminded Chris of what Harry Potter might look like in twenty years, with a shiny wedding band and receding hairline. He scanned the man’s face. Its beet red color was a telltale sign he heard everything. Snot dripped out of his left nostril. He immediately sucked it up, as if he knew Chris was staring at it, without even looking him in the face.

“Snowing like a bitch out there, huh?,” Chris said, as he pumped the pink liquid soap into his hands. Tripp was trying hard to suppress laughter. The man shied away from his question. “Hmph. We’re heading up to New Hampshire with our girlfriends (he tried to put an emphasis on ‘girlfriends’) and some friends. Where are you headed?” Still no answer.

“We say they’re our girlfriends, and they’re hot and all. But truth is, I’m in love with Chris, here, and I’d rather spend the weekend eating his ass, than Lisa’s pussy. Know what I mean?,” Tripp admitted, with a perfectly straight face. Chris gasped, unable to hide the smile that began curling his full lips.

The man’s uncomfortable look changed to furious. “You’re vile! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?,” he spat at Tripp. Tripp grinned. He loved being inappropriate, and loved the way people reacted to him even more. 

“Not my mother. She wouldn’t appreciate it. But let me tell you! It’s such a turn-on for Chris, when I kiss him after I lick his pucker!,” He made a lewd gesture at the man with his pierced tongue. “Uhhhn, it’s such a hot taste!”

Chris and Tripp left the restroom with their arms around each other’s shoulders, and whoops of boyish laughter trailing behind them. “I can’t believe you, Tripp! You’re a psycho!,” Chris exclaimed, as affectionately as he possibly could. Tripp gave him a look that was sweeter than cotton candy on the boardwalk. “I love you, Chris. I’m not ashamed of what loving you means. If you’d let me, I’d kiss you right here, and tell this whole fucking rest area you’re the love of my life. If they want to call me gay for it, I really don’t care. I don’t know what I am, but I know what I want.”

Chris opened his mouth to respond to Tripp’s heartfelt declaration, but his words froze in his throat. They’d been sneaking around together since March of freshman year, and in the nine months since, Tripp never spilled his heart like that!

He smiled. He didn’t seem to care that he just fried his dear friend down to a skeleton with a bolt of lightning. He knew that Chris loved him, and that was enough for now. He let his pretty girlfriend, Lisa, drag him away by the arm. 

They watched each other, as Tripp headed out into the snow flurries with her. Chris stood there in that spot, his heart pounding. He felt like he was staring after Tripp for an eternity, waiting for his girlfriend to get off the ‘Mrs. Field’s’ line.

“Chris?,” Mary Beth said, waving her hand in front of his face.
“Wha-? What?”
“I called you three times!”
“I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “Let’s go, we were making great time!”

He nodded and managed a weak smile. God, she was beautiful, but she couldn’t fulfill his every desire. “Yeah, let’s get out of here!”

There must have been over two feet of snow up at the cabin the Harvard sophomores arrived. They rented out a cozy cabin for a week over winter break, right before Christmas. They started this skiing and snow boarding venture last year, and hoped to make it a tradition.

They’d get there, each couple would claim a room, they’d unpack, then begin the festivities. The guys would gather firewood, and the girls would start decorating the place with holly. Then together, they’d all decorate the tree that Chris, Drew and Justin would drag in, while Tyler prepared his home-brewed cider.

Tripp took pride in the great success the cider turned out to be. The offbeat ‘mad scientist’ of the friends, he decided to ferment apples and sugar in an old brandy barrel. Violá! A month later, sweet apple cider that knocked them on their asses.

One by one, he ladled the hot cider into pint glasses and passed them out. Chris loved watching him stir it up on the stove. Tyler, in turn, loved watching Chris up on the ladder, wrapping garland around the tree. As Perry Como crooned on, “...but as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!...,” they exchanged warm smiles. 

Chris guessed that Tyler was imagining how picture perfect this would all be, if they could just snap their fingers, and make the remaining party of six all disappear. God, where was the proverbial genie bottle when you needed it?

After they’d had about three pints each, and were all feeling a pretty good buzz, Chris saw a mischievous gleam in Tripp’s eyes. “Blue, you’re on deck.,” he announced. When no one was paying him any attention, he licked off the wooden spoon like a sluttish teen-aged girl with a lollipop.

Chris sneered. “Am I?” He finished his sentence in a whisper, once he got close enough to the object of his affection. “Who’s pitching for me?” Tripp licked his lips and looked him up and down. “Tripp Janik, #3.”

“Oh yeah?,” Chris said, getting all up in his face.
“Yeah. Wanna duck out of here for a little while?”
“We won’t have much time for anything.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”

Chris thought for a second, as he stared into Tyler’s eyes. Then a devilish smirk lit up his soft-featured face. He took his next pint from Tripp’s hand. It was nice and hot. “Run outside.”

“Why?”
“Just do it!”