Date: Tue, 07 Dec 2004 23:42:02 -0500
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amazing Race Studs

Amazing Race is the property of CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer. This is just a
work of fiction. These guys don't behave this way in their real lives, I'm
sure. And don't read this if you aren't 18 or older, please. Please DO give
me feedback and tell me what guys you want to see! This season has so many
gorgeous men and I just had to write about some of them.

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Adam just couldn't stop pouting. Here he was, the rebellious "Hellboy", as
the other teams called him, and he was just about bitch-slapped in front of
all of them by his angry girlfriend, Rebecca. Every morning he made two
little horns from the hair above his forehead, to try to show people that he
wasn't to be messed with. Instead he was treated like a petultant little
boy. He wanted to slam his fist into a brick wall. No one respected him. No
one understood his pain or his secrets. He couldn't even face Rebecca
anymore. He needed a break, but they were together every second of every
day.

Adam could feel the tears flooding his eyes. He cursed the tears away, but
they wouldn't listen to his pleas. Before he knew it, he was crumpled
against the outside of his and Rebecca's hotel room door, sobbing.

After a few minutes, he felt long fingers squeeze his bare right shoulder.
The flesh on flesh, however innocent, sent a soaring heat through his body,
especially when he realized it was Freddy, the male model, who had just made
contact. Fred was wearing those sexy eyeglasses and his gaunt, windswept
features were full of concern and sympathy.

"I'm OK Fred. I-I..."

Before he could stop himself he was crying again, and he didn't fight when
Fred slipped him into a stairwell.

"C'mon, Adam. I know this is stressful but you're a strong guy. You need to
set an example. Don't let that bitch Rebecca walk all over you."

Adam sneered.

"OH, you mean like that CUNT Kendra pisses all over you???"

Fred's normally placid features turned white-hot with uncontrollable rage.
He shoved the smaller man against the wall. Their shorts-clad pelvises were
pressed uncomfortably close -- so close that Freddy realized the younger and
wilder Adam had an erection. Much of the anger flowed from Fred's body,
replaced by something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It all began to
make sense to him.

"Adam, I'm sorry man, I didn't realize you were gay."

Adam sniffled. He knew he should fight back. He wasn't gay. He prayed every
night that he wasn't gay. But he was so sick of the lies.

"So I'm just a fag, huh? A dirty fudgepacker?"

Fred was about to calmly explain that he had no problem with gays when Adam
turned around and dropped his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear.

"I'm such a queer, right? Show me what I'm worth, then. Treat me like the
whore I am."

Fred really did want to leave. This wasn't his type of scene. But he WAS
horny, and his years in the modeling industry had shown him that a piece of
ass was a piece of ass. Plus Kendra was on the rag and yelled at him
constantly. Not very romantic.

"I don't want to take advantage of you, Adam. I want you to enjoy this."

Enjoy it, Adam did, as much as he may have wanted otherwise. His face
pressed against the cold wall as his tongue extended in lust and surprise
when Fred's own tongue, oh so long and oh so skilled, began to penetrate
Adam's tight, muscular, pale globes. A straight man rimming him? He'd never
even touched himself there more than a few times. Rebecca slipped her finger
near his prostate once and he just about shot Niagara Falls down her throat.
He'd been so ashamed aftewards. Adam whimpered at the contrast between those
hot hands holding his cheeks apart and the cold stairwell air wafting
against his ass. He heard the echo of a lowering zipper and then grunts,
moans, sounds of Fred getting himself erect. Adam had almost forgotten about
his own crank, he was so dazed. He'd never had such intimate contact with
another man. Just drunken blowjobs and hand jobs and lots of regret.

This wasn't going to be a rough fuck. Fred was so tender. When he slipped
Adam's muscle shirt off and Adam felt Fred's large, pointy nipples poking
into his back, when he shivered at Fred's oh-so-soft fingers milking him,
Adam was his slave forever. Adam had never known such kindness. Adam gasped
when the first few inches popped into his outer ring. Fred was going to fuck
him raw. Adam could feel the skin on skin like earlier, only this time so
much more. It was the ultimate love, the ultimate contact, no formalities,
no phoniness, no boundaries. Just bareback bliss. Fred's strokes started out
slow, steady but sure.

"You're cherry, right?"

Fred nipped at Adam's earlobe as he whispered the words. Adam couldn't talk
back. It would break him.

"Yeah, you are. I remember the first time I fucked Kendra up the ass. Even
she wasn't as tight as you are. You're just perfect. The ultimate bottom
boy. I'm gonna peddle your hot ass to all the men on the show. Even Phil.
Yeah. You like that? Phil slipping his big Kiwi cock into your pussy? I bet
you'll even take on the crew."

The lovemaking had turned into a raw fuck as Fred tried to slam open that
tiny twat, more with each thrust and pivot. Adam's knees scraped against the
cold wall, his nipples and pecs ached from Fred's twisting and tweaking. He
had given himself fully to another man. He was so lost, yet he never wanted
to be anywhere else ever again.

When Fred finally sank his teeth into Adam's neck and shot his load, Adam
felt the tears again. He had been used, but he didn't want that emptiness
back. He'd felt so strange and alone all his life. Now he knew why.

Fred turned him around. Helped him get dressed. And licked Adam's tears
away. Adam tasted his own salty tears as the two men lovingly, tenderly
kissed. Adam wanted to thank his new lover, but he couldn't say the words.
Fred smiled, those haunting brown eyes telling Adam he didn't need to say
the words.

"I'll see you soon," Fred rasped in Adam's ear before kissing him on the
forehead. Adam knew he would see Fred soon. And as he felt Fred's love
squishing around inside his sore but satisfied rectum, he knew that he
wanted to see the other guys on the show too. He just wondered who he would
try to sleep with first...

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