Chris & Tripp - Christmas Break Part I

Tripp’s brow furrowed. Chris punched him in the arm, trying to give him the hint that they were supposed to start beating on one another. A chase would ensue.

They started to play fight, then Tripp took off for the door, laughing like a hyena. He opened it fast, and they spilled out into the soft snow. Chris leapt onto his buddy’s back and toppled him onto his stomach. “You fucker!,” Tripp howled. He rolled over, took a handful of cold, white powder, and gave Chris a facial.

Chris giggled and ground his pelvis into Tripp’s. “Uhnnn. Run around to the side of the cabin.,” he ordered, his breath like hot cinnamon against his lover’s lips. Tripp nodded.

To erase any suspicion, Chris hurled a few snowballs after him. Tripp returned the assault.

When they found a place where they couldn’t be viewed from a window, Tripp’s back hit the cabin’s outer wall with a hard thud. “You naughty boy!,” Chris panted, pinning him against the logs, with his wrists above his head. Their labored breathing smoked the frigid air between them. Tripp was too excited to answer him. He struggled to meet Chris’ lips with his.

Chris eagerly joined him for a deep, sloppy kiss, humping him into the wall with the overwhelming need to fuck him. “Turn around.”
“Oh, Blue!,” he moaned.
“Turn around Tyler! We don’t have long before they start looking for us.”

Tripp turned around and whined as Chris’ mouth sucked his neck. His hands worked vigorously at the front of his cords, fumbling to get them down as quickly as possible.

His boxers joined them in a heap around his ankles seconds later. Before the December cold could whip at Tripp’s bare ass, Chris was on his knees, worshipping the creamy skin with his warm lips.

“Ahhh, yeahhh! Attaboy, Blue!,” he purred, closing his eyes and running his tongue across his teeth. Chris parted his cheeks to look at his hairless hole, and Tyler spread his legs for him, allowing him easier access to do with it what he pleased.

“Oooooh, Janik! This is such a sweet pucker! God, I almost forgot how much I love to lick it...and fuck it...,” Chris whispered, pressing his face into his musky crack. “Mmmmm.”

Tyler squealed with delight as he felt his lover’s hot tongue lap at his clenching hole. He teased it with quick, feathery licks, then went in for the kill.

“Oooooooh, fuckkkkk! Get in there, Blue! Yeahhh, that’s it, baby! Fuck my ass with that tongue! Oh, Goddd, yeahhhh!”

Chris gave his ass a hard slap, as he tightened up his tongue some more, and pierced his spit-soaked boy twat unmercifully. Tyler backed up his ass to fight for more of his tongue.

“Yeah, you slut? You want more?”
“Uh huh!”
“Ooooo, I’ll give you more!”

He spread Tyler’s ass wider and dove back in, wiggling his face as in there as deeply as he could. Tyler growled like a beast, as Chris’ slimy tongue navigated his moist depths, tapping his throbbing prostate like a tambourine.

“Ohhhhh, fuckkkk, Blue! I’m gonna cum! Oh, don’t stop!,” he cried. Chris felt his legs begin to tremble.

Instead of letting him climax, he pulled back, watching a string of saliva snap from his lip. Tripp’s shiny hole was open enough to take his cock. He watched it contract, spilling out a rivulet of his well-packed spit. He pushed the natural lubricant back in there with two fingers, making Tyler hiss.

Chris got to his feet and freed his thick, eight-inch beast from the confines of his Abercrombie jeans. Pre-cum drooled from its engorged head. He tapped Tripp’s smooth bubble butt with it. He loved the nasty sound it made, spanking his best friend’s hot little pooper.

Tripp looked over his shoulder. Their eyes locked with cannibalistic lust. “I thought I was pitching. You little fucker!,” Tripp panted. Chris smirked. “You love it, Tyler. Don’t you? And you want it.”

Tyler grinned like a scamp, but didn’t answer him. Chris slapped his ass with his hard tool again, then ran circles around his wet pucker with the oozing tip. Tripp licked his lips and pressed backwards, forcing an inch of Chris’ cock to enter him.

“Ahhhhh! Oh, yessss!,” he whimpered, reaching back to grab a handful of Chris’ chocolate curls. Chris could take no more torture. He pushed his hips forward, sliding another few inches into Tyler’s tight ass.

“Ahhhhh! Oh, Blue! Fuck me!,” he wailed.
“What, Janik?”
“Fuck me! Oh, God! I want your cock!”

Chris began to wiggle his hips, massaging that steamy fuck tunnel on all sides. It gripped him like a slippery vice. “Oh, Tyler! Yeah! Back that ass up, baby! That’s it! Fuck, your ass is so sweet!,” he snarled, grabbing his hips and thrusting slowly back and forth. 

Tyler chewed his lip and groaned, but Chris continued working his mojo. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed their bodies tightly together, sandwiching Tripp between him and the coarse bark of the cabin. 

“Is this okay, Tyler?,” Chris whispered, with a tenderness he never even spoke to his own girlfriend with. “Oh, Blue! Its...perfect! Ahhhhhhh! My ass has been aching for that fat, Dutch cock to fill it! Tap it good, baby! Uhnnn!,” Tripp begged, backing up his ass to swallow some more.

“Uhnnnn, greedy! My baby’s getting greedy! I think I’m gonna fuck the cum out of you, Janik! Such a...hot...fucking...ass!,” Chris accentuated each word with a hard thrust. He had all eight inches in him now. Nothing was more of a turn-on for him, than the sound of his pelvis clapping lewdly against Tyler’s toned butt cheeks.

“Ahhhh, fuck, yeahhh! Give it to me hard! Come on, VonBlue, fuck me!,” Tripp demanded, gritting his teeth. He reached his hands back into the alley where Chris’ pubes mashed into his steamy crack, and spread himself open. 

Chris’ excitement heightened. “Ohhhh! I know what you want, you little shit!” Tyler smirked wickedly at him from over his shoulder.

In one motion, Chris pulled all the way out of him, then put one foot up on a small stack of firewood, to get the angle he wanted. He pushed down into that warm tightness again with half of his cock. Tripp growled with pleasure as Chris’ fat cock head found his love button.

He turned his head and grabbed Chris by the hair. Tripp got nasty aggressive when they were fucking. One of the reasons Chris could never give this up for Mary Beth - or any chick.

“I love you so fucking much!,” Tripp whined. Chris met his tongue for a kiss that was sloppy and sweet. “I love you too, Tyler!,” he panted, as he began to push his hips into the hot flesh of his tight backside.

Tripp moaned his appreciation instantly. His cries of pleasure only inspired Chris to fuck him harder. He bit down on his tongue and slapped that fine ass with each fluid thrust. 

Tripp’s pretty face grimaced from the force of Chris’ entry; but, he was still smiling like a wicked whore. Blue’s wicked whore.

“You like this, you nasty bitch?”
“Yeah, slap that ass, you fucker! Oh, God!,” Tripp squealed.

It didn’t take much longer for his greedy little whines to combine into one long, tortured one. A semester and a half’s experience with this 6’4 Adonis, meant one thing only to Chris. The relentless jack hammering of Tripp’s prostate would soon pay off. And this was record fucking time!

He pressed his cheek against Tripp’s. Sweat poured down both of their faces, despite the frigid temperature outside the cabin. He felt that creamy boy twat begin to milk his cock.

“Am I fucking you right, baby? You gonna cum for me?,“ Chris whispered in his ear. Tripp responded with incoherent babbling. 

Instinct told him to drive that beefy cock home. Tyler must have awakened every creature in the snowy forest when he did.

“Ohhh, fuuuuckkkk yeahhhhh! Don’t stopppp!”

His tight, jock pooper clamped down on Chris’ cock so hard, it almost pushed it right out. Tripp growled like a bitch in heat and started to spunk all over the cabin wall. Chris kept pushing into that hot boy butt, intensifying Tripp’s orgasm and bringing his on.

“Oh, fuuuuuck, Janik! You’re one fine piece of ass! Want me to dump my load in you? ‘Cause I’m gonna fucking cum! Hard!,” he hissed.

Tripp was delirious. “Yeah, cum in my ass, baby!”
“You sure?”
“Yesssss!”
“You love me?”
“Yessss! I fucking love you, Blue!”

Hearing Tyler confess his love was a natural high Chris never got sick of experiencing. “I fucking love you too, Janik! Oh, Godddd!” 

Chris exploded in that ass.

“Fuck, Tyler!,” he panted. He kissed him all over his neck, inhaling the sweat-intensified scent of Armani. “I’m seeing stars.” He continued to wiggle his hips, even as his dick went limp in Tyler’s dewy tush.

Tyler closed his eyes and hummed, savoring the feeling of closeness. “Are you looking up?”
“No, I’m looking at you.”
“Well look up, it’s beautiful.”

They looked up together, Chris with his chin on Tripp’s shoulder. It was incredible. A clear and perfect winter sky.

Tripp reached back for his lover’s face and pulled him in for a tender kiss. Before they could even enjoy it, they heard the door open, and footsteps crunching on snow. “Tripp? Where the fuck did you two go?”

It was Lisa. The boys quickly pulled their pants up and tried their best to look like nothing happened. When they made it around to where she was, they weren’t so sure she was convinced. She eyed them suspiciously.

“Uhh...We were umm...,” Tripp began rambling, pointing to Chris’ Pathfinder. Lisa crossed her arms. “Yeah, Drew told me you guys were bringing in those wreaths, so instead of having snowball fights, go and get them!,” she bitched.

The boys exchanged looks of relief. “Yeah, come on, Janik.,” Chris said, nodding towards his black SUV.

As they trekked through the white powder that would no doubt be waist deep before they returned to Cambridge, Tripp sighed. Chris sensed his grief. He knew what was wrong, but he decided to ask him anyway.

“I just hate this!,” Tripp exploded with.
“I hate it too, Tripp, but if anyone found out -”
“I say fuck it! I love you.”
“Tyler...”

Tripp wrenched one of the wreaths out of the open trunk with force. It raked against the side of it, and berries flew in every direction. Chris glanced sideways at him. He looked so frustrated. As frustrated as Chris felt all the nights he snuck Tripp into his dorm room at one a.m., after his girlfriend left.

“Tyler, don’t do this...We have a week up here. Don’t get pissy with me over this.,” Chris whispered, pulling out their snow boards and standing them against the car. “Besides...”

Tripp looked at him. He wasn’t amused; but, when Chris looked at him with those wicked amber eyes, he couldn’t help but get aroused.

“You still haven’t fucked me. And you know you and I aren’t leaving here until you do, right?”

Tyler’s lips curled into an impish smirk.

TO BE CONTINUED....