Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 23:55:42 -0500
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Amazing Race Studs (part 2)

See part 1 for disclaimers. And thank you for the feedback!! Please give
more.

Sleeping outside at night was horrible, there was no doubt about it. Cold,
hard ground, freezing temperatures, and cuddling for warmth. The last part
wouldn't be so bad for frontrunners Jon and Aaron if they hadn't been
cuddling with each other. Their respective girlfriends/team members, Kris
and Hayden, reluctantly agreed to sleep in a warm place after the two men
begged them to take a break. Normally they'd all stay in the hotel lobby but
the last time that happened, they got overconfident and got to the next leg
of the race hours behind other teams. It wasn't a fatal error, but they
didn't want to make the mistake again.

Jon was so cold even his dimples were frozen over. His spiky hair
practically had icicles dangling from the top. His bright, all-encompassing
smile and perfect teeth would have chattered into madness if not for his
close quarters with Aaron. They were both strong, heterosexual, macho guys,
but they weren't fools. They knew they needed each other for warmth. The
downside to all the hours they had spent in the gym agonizing over bulging
pecs and flawless 6-pack abs and zero body fat was that they had...zero body
fat.

So there they were, Jon's big biceps wrapped around Aaron's wiry torso,
Aaron's crew cut scraping into Jon's neck and chin. Their faces were so
close together. At first Jon didn't even notice, but Aaron seemed to be
dreaming, and mumbling weird things, and occasionally humping Jon's powerful
legs. Jon kinda felt bad for him -- he must have been dreaming of Hayden.
How did he deal with a girl who had a dude's name anyway?

Jon gasped when he felt Aaron's smooth, cold fingertips brushing underneath
his jacket, into his tank top, rubbing and squeezing his big pecs and fat
nipples. Jon gasped in a cool intake of oxygen at the rough treatment.

Apparently Aaron thought he was with his girlfriend.

"Oh Jon..." Aaron murmured.

Or maybe not.

Jon tried to whisper back to ask Aaron to stop, when Aaron made his desires
quite clear. Startingly, he grabbed Jon's crotch. Both hands. The grabbing
turned to groping and Jon felt his zipper going down and his briefs being
opened at the fly. Jon gasped -- Aaron's hands were so soft and they felt so
good. Was Aaron awake, or asleep?

"C'mon, man...we're not gay. Wake up Aaron. Wa...UGH!"

Aaron began circling Jon's fat mushroom head with his ice cold thumb. The
contrast between that red-hot, throbbing prong and Aaron's icy digits was
too much for an already amped-up Jon to deal with. Jon took in deep breaths
and tried to hold back cumming all over his racing rival.

"Aaron, please...what are you doing?"

He thought maybe Aaron was asleep and dreaming. Then Aaron went down on
Jon's thick 7 inches. Jon didn't want to make a lot of noise and wake the
other teams (or the nosy camera crew) up, so he just laid back, hoping Aaron
would come to his senses. But Jon was the one on the verge of coming, a hot
milky load in the freezing cold night. Before he began to erupt, he felt
Aaron's taut and suddenly naked thighs swing between his ears and dangle 6
slender inches between Jon's dick-sucker lips. Jon reluctantly complied, his
reluctance turning to eagerness and out of control lust as a night of
passion began.