Chris & Tripp -- Spring Break In Cancun

Chris snickered when Tripp got close and fought him for the hose. After a minute of struggling, Chris was victorious and had some fun hosing down his sexy friend.

Tripp was wearing a hot pair of white briefs. They were low rise and spandexy. Chris felt a throbbing between his thighs, wetting his gorgeous Harvard chum with the hose. As he hosed down Tripp’s crotch, there was nothing left to the imagination! Even his well trimmed, light brown bush could be seen, framing a long, semi-erect cock. The little shit was getting a boner from it -- and Chris loved it!

Unable to control it, he grabbed Tripp by his underwear and pulled them forward, letting the stream of water massage his cock up close and personal. Then he went around him to let the stream tickle the crack of his creamy ass. Their drunken college audience went crazy, minus Christine and MaryBeth.

It all happened so fast! When Tripp’s eyes met his, they were an ice blue fire. He grabbed Chris by the front of his drawers, then took the hose and returned the treatment. When he got to the crack of his ass, Chris couldn’t help moaning. The water pressure was hard enough to feel like one of Tripp's thick fingers worming its way inside his tight little pucker.

“Yeah, you little shit? You like that?,” Tripp purred in his ear. The subtle scent of his cologne filled Chris’ nostrils like an alluring incense up this close.

Then, he traced the tip of his tongue over Chris’ full lips. Chris met his tongue eagerly. His heart was pounding so hard, he couldn’t hear the crowd, which was applauding their display at maximum volume.

When Tripp began pinching his nipples, his dick must have grown an inch as fast as the little white timers that pop out of the turkey! “Ahhh, yeaahhhhhh!,” he breathed against Tripp’s face.

And as quickly as it happened, it all ended, leaving Chris staring at him with his mouth open. He knew this was to infuriate their girlfriends all the more, but when they kissed, he felt Tripp’s cock stir up against his. He wanted to bend him over the bar right now and fuck him ‘til he came buckets!

The boys were declared the winners on the spot for an act so daring. They probably would have won anyway though, because they were Abercrombie hot.

“Whewwww!,” Tripp cried, holding up the bottle of Cuervo as he made his way through the crowd with Chris, who was thankful he was soaked to the bone. He made himself believe that his partial woody could have passed as a result of the cold water. The pre-cum all over his thighs and the front of his boxer briefs was thankfully well camouflaged.

All their friends and many Spring Breakers outside their circle congratulated them for what they did. Quite a few drunken college boys seemed envious, being that bisexuality between men in America wasn't something readily accepted. Chris noticed at least three give him hot looks when he walked by them. He winked at one in particular he would love to have fucked.

Since the Harvard crowd was at the bar for a few hours, everyone knew that the attention-starved girls needing to kiss to make a scene, were their girlfriends.

Chris leaned up against the bar and watched Tripp take a swig from the tequila bottle as Christine chewed him out. He was smiling and unfazed, as usual, and she began to fume. 

MaryBeth told Chris he was really immature for kissing Tripp, and not to come after her later, thinking he was ‘getting some’. He looked at Tripp’s tasty ass. Tripp noticed and smirked at him, making the next gulp he took from the bottle a little sexier.

“Fine! I really don’t care!,” he replied to her smugly. “Go eat Christine’s pussy! Tripp told me she tastes awesome, and he could stay down there for hours!”
Tripp walked over and tried to be cute, but MaryBeth raised her hand in his face. “Get out of my sight!,” she yelled.

“What’s up her ass?,” Tripp asked Chris, handing him the bottle.

Chris looked down at Tripp’s crotch, still pretty see-through, then devoured every inch of his toned body until he got to his eyes.

“I dunno...,” Chris muttered, “But I know what I’d like to stick up yours...” It felt right for him to say that after all he’d drank, and he didn’t shy away his gaze.

Tripp licked his lips and whispered in his ear, “Its about time you said that! I’ve been waiting all fucking year!” Chris felt his dick begin to throb for his friend's sweet ass. He leaned in an whispered, " Will you do something for me, Tyler?" Tripp looked ardently into Chris' hazel eyes and muttered, "Anything." Chris got chills when Tripp looked at him like that. "Go into the bathroom...and stick your finger up your ass...Then come over here and let me smell it..."

Tripp gave him a devious look. "You're a dirty little boy, VonBlue...That gets me so hot..."

They both dressed again, then Tripp announced that he was taking a piss. When he returned, Chris was chatting with some of their friends. A round of Blackhaus shots were lining up on the bar in front of them. Tripp clapped his hand over Chris' mouth as if he was about to kidnap him, but only they knew what he was really doing.

He breathed in the hot, soapy-clean yet slightly funky scent of Tripp's ass, and immediately grew stiff.

"This place is starting to blow! Wanna get the fuck outta here?," Tripp said into Chris' ear, ignoring everyone else.

He lingered his hand there for a moment, really letting his scent torture Chris, then took it away. Chris looked at him like a shark ready to eat him alive in two complete bites. "Yeah! Let's get the fuck outta here!" He turned to the rest of them. "Don't wait up!"

On their way out, Chris whispered to MaryBeth, "You might wanna spend the night in Christine's room,...if you know what I mean..." MaryBeth got it, but she didn't know how to respond. She kind of blamed herself for starting the whole nonsense with Christine, but it was too late now. She thought that telling Chris that their friend, Blake, wanted a threesome tonight with her and Christine would stop him from leaving, but it made him smile. "I know!," he said, with a wink. "Tripp and I think you guys should go for it! You're only young once, honey -- have fun!"

He placed a long kiss on her shock-parted lips, then left Senor Frog’s with the bottle of tequila and Tripp.