Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 22:04:42 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Celeb Story - Amazing Race

Amazing Race belongs to CBS and Bruckheimer Productions, not me. The Riker
twins, sadly, also don't belong to me, and I am in no way suggesting this is
their real life sexuality or behavior.

Please don't distribute or archive this without asking me first. Don't read
if you aren't over 18 or the age of majority in your area. If you have ANY
comments, positive or negative, or suggestions for the next chapter (if you
want a next chapter), write me at knack6@hotmail.com

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It had been quite a race. Derek and Drew, the Riker twins, had gone from
last place to first thanks to a Fast Forward and some skill. In spite of 3
or 4 rabid, bitter teams on their back, they were doing well. At the pit
stop, while waiting for the next leg of the race to start the next morning,
Derek and Drew rested, and kept mostly to themselves. Sneers as they passed
by and conversations stopping every time they entered a room were not their
idea of fun.

Sprawled out on the bed, Derek scratched at his leg as Drew washed off in
the shower. Unwittingly, Derek brushed the back of his hand against his
crotch. Realizing how much he missed his fairly constant flow of sex back
home and while modeling, he massaged his bulge longingly. Drew was dripping
wet as he stepped onto the tile floor, his taut thighs exerting themselves
with each movement. As he stood in front of the mirror, toweling briskly, a
single droplet of water cascaded from his hair, down his broad shoulders,
his straight spine, the small of his back, finally halting in the damp, dark
hairs of his crack. His perfect, dimpled Charmin cheeks clamped together
reflexively at the trickling invasion. Derek groaned. He had to squeeze
those cheeks.

"You have SUCH a great ass, Drew."

Laughing, Drew combed his close-cropped black locks as he finished drying
himself.

"Don't start that shit, Derek. Not here."

Derek rolled his eyes. He didn't like being given orders. And he was horny.
He stripped off his muscle shirt, standing in the mirror next to his
brother. Drew glanced at the literally mirror images briefly, his eyes
scoping across the matching Adonis faces, the identical platelike pectorals
and abs. Suddenly, he felt a hard squeeze on his buttocks. Moaning from
half-pleasure and half-annoyance, he smacked at Derek with his towel.

"Gonna play rough, are we?"

With more force than Drew expected, Derek grabbed him, the two men grappling
as they hit hard against the bathroom wall, their bare knees and calves
brushing against each other constantly. Derek tore off his shorts with the
speed of light and they were both naked, their crotches rubbing together
tortously, doing a slow mating dance, the mushroom heads bobbing and
kissing, sharing pools of plural precum.

"Look at us, Drew. Just look."

Drew looked again at their hard, perfect, fully nude bodies, at how joined
they were in flesh and spirit. The brothers had wrestled since they were too
young to remember, and when they hit their teen years the phsyicality had
another layer, a tension left unspoken to build and build until they grabbed
each other's crotches a few too many times. Clothes flew, mouths met, and
for the first time, they fully experienced each other as brothers. Hands,
dicks, tight holes, mouths...all were explored with varying degrees of
ferocity and tenderness. They had been lovers ever since, although they had
outside relationships, sometimes together, sometimes not. Each craved and
gained their own separate time with men and women, but each knew that there
was a very special pleasure in feeling the other brother's shaft brushing
against his inside a tight ass, or on either side of a woman's buttocks and
leaking pussy.

Drew gave in, his heart melting once again as their mouths met in a
passionate, violent kiss. Derek's fingers danced down to his waiting chute,
preparing to loosen him, preparing to enter his hot ass. Suddenly, the door
opened, and the twins cried in unison...

"YOU?"