Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2002 09:12:06 -0600
From: . <kgaymen@globetrotter.net>
Subject: Trouble Brewing!

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INTRODUCTION:

This is in response to the story challenge.  I have modified the facts
a tad just to match up some of the action with the players.

This is a work of complete fiction featuring the male fashion models,
the Brewer twins.  None of this story is at all true and I am certain
that the real Brewer twins are completely normal young men with
heterosexual appetites despite the fact that they stii share the same
bedroom.  This is merely being presented as a celebrity fantasy with
no basis in reality.  Any similarity between this and other persons or
event is purely coincidental.  There.  Was that enough of a disclaimer?

If you don't know who the brewer Twins are, they are a pair of blond,
twenty-four-year-old identical twin models.  Certain homoerotic shots
of the pair featuring full frontal nudity have been circulating on the
web for some time now.  The twins have posted photos of themselves at
their website, http://www.brewertwins.com/ including some partial
nudes.  (P.S., I don't have the photos, so don't ask)

This story is the property of the author.  No use or disbursement
except free archiving is allowed.



TROUBLE BREWING
Starring the Brewer Twins!


      Derek Brewer took another swig of his fruit juice as he
nervously waited.  He was way too nervous to watch the little league
game that was going on in front of him.  This was certainly a strange
place to meet someone.  He looked over to the other side of the field
at his brother Keith who was also pacing nervously.

      Keith Brewer looked around toward the parking lot.  There was no
sign yet.  Both he and his brother Derek were wearing fashionable Dior
sunglasses to avoid being noticed.  So far, their recent People
magazine appearance notwithstanding, no one at the little league game
noticed them.  Not that it would have made much difference though.
Since the field was located in Malibu, celebrity sightings in the area
would barely produce a yawn.  Already, he and Derek had noticed a
couple of sit-com stars at the game.

      Derek saw the car first, the grey Mercedes convertible he and
his brother knew very well.  Derek looked over to see if Keith saw the
car too.  He had and both models began walking over toward the parking
lot.  They knew the routine.

      The man they were waiting for got out of the car and started
heading over to the rest room, a small brick building located next to
the ball field.  No one watching would have thought this guy was in
his mid forties except for the greying hair.  Good genetic stock, as
well as plenty of healthy exercise and good eating habits gave the man
the body of a thirty-year-old.  His clothing was impeccable as well,
wearing the latest line of casual wear from Versace.

      Derek and Keith knew him as "Tom" during these scenarios.  That
was the name he wanted them to use any ways.  Both were hot and ready
to get this rolling.  It had been two weeks since their last encounter.

      As the youths reached the door to the facility, they opened the
door to peer inside.  Tom was standing at one of the urinals relieving
himself.  A kid was standing next to him at the other urinal and he
appeared to be finishing up.  A quick check under the stalls revealed
no feet protruding.  As the kid went to wash his hands, Keith stepped
in his place at the urinal, unbuttoned his fly and pretended to
relieve himself.  Once the kid exited the bathroom, Tom initiated the
conversation.

      "And how you guys doing today?" asked Tom.

      "Just fine," responded Keith, who was already starting to work
on his meat at the urinal.  Derek was keeping his eyes on the door,
ready to cough the signal to shut up to his companions.  He knew this
routine all too well.

      "Are you boys ready for the weekend?" asked Tom, who was
starting to stroke his own meat in response to Keith's now rather
obvious actions.

      "We've been ready for two weeks now," responded Derek, smiling.
Tom and Keith responded with smiles of their own as they stuffed their
semi-erect members back into their fashionable white Calvin Klein
briefs.

      "Let's get going then," responded Tom as he led the way out of
the restroom.

      Derek and Keith followed Tom and they headed to the Mercedes.
On the way over, Keith pulled out his PCS phone and punched in the
codes that would summon the driver to pick up the Lexus that they had
driven to the encounter.

      The boys had no time to get the car back to the house, there was
serious sex waiting for them at the end of the Mercedes ride.


      As the Mercedes drove up to the fashionable beach front estate,
Derek and Keith managed to get a view of the ocean.  The waves were
light today, not really good surfing weather.  Nonetheless, what
awaited them inside the mansion would be far more interesting than
another ride on the surf.

      As they entered the residence, Tom didn't wait to long to get
the action rolling, He started disrobing and headed immediately toward
the master bedroom suite.  Derek and Keith followed along dutifully,
removing their own shirts   The mansion was exquisitely decorated,
with fresh flowers everywhere and bright sunlight coming in the
various windows.  The familiar four poster king-sized bed was draped
in solid white fabrics of silk, linen and satin, imported from the
most fashionable design houses in Europe.

      Tom discarded the rest of his clothing on the plush carpeting as
he hopped into bed.  Tom's body had a perfect all-over tan that Derek
and Keith were all too familiar with.

      "Let's start off with a triangle," said Tom, as he lay on his
front, his body exposed for the twins' viewing pleasure.  His cock was
already partly erect, looking for a nice warm place to hold it.

      Derek and Keith discarded their apparel as well, and Tom soaked
in their beautiful tanned and toned bodies as they came into view.
The blond models had perfect bodies.  Smooth chest, muscular thighs
and backs from regular workouts and faces that screamed for kisses to
be attached.  And, lucky boys, they managed to have each other to
apply those kisses.



      "Derek, I want to stick my joint up your ass while I suck
Keith's cock," explained Tom, as he began stroking his own jock to
full hardness

      "Gnarly, dude!" exclaimed Derek as Keith flashed a "hang loose"
hand gesture.  The twins both displayed full erections, there would be
no need to stroke to get them any harder.

      Without further instructions, Keith soon rested his package atop
the still reclining Tom.  As Tom looked up, he saw the youth's uncut
cock slowly dropping into his mouth.  Greedily, Tom took the hot
throbbing tool into his mouth  and began to suck on it like a piece of
candy.  Derek, in the meantime, had positioned himself over Tom's jock
and began the delicate process of impaling his ass onto Tom's hardened
tool.

      Tom thrilled at the sensations he felt.  He was riding Derek's
ass in time with the sucking of Keith's cock.  Derek's hole was
incredibly tight and his cock felt like it was in a vice as it
penetrated ever deeper into the youth's willing hole.  Keith's cock
was just as tasty as it always had been.  The heavy sweating of the
youths intensified the musky aroma in the room.  The smell hung
heavily in their nostrils as Tom pistoned Keith's tool in and out of
his mouth.

      Keith and Derek, facing one another, began to neck.  Over his
own slurps and sucks on Keith's cock, the room was filled with the
groans and heavy breathing of the two boys as their tongues took turns
entering the other's mouth.  At the same time, the two youths sweated
heavily and Tom's body was completely soaked by the deluge.

      It was too much for Tom as his body exploded into an orgasm.
Continuing to piston into Derek's ass, Tom felt the youth's waiting
hole being filled with his jism and increasing the lubrication around
his cock.

      At the same time he filled Derek's ass, Tom found his own mouth
being filled with the taste of Keith's hot spunk.  It was delicious,
thought Tom, as he absorbed the salty taste of the blond model.

      Tom next commanded Keith to his face as he instructed Derek to
continue the tongue bath to his asshole.  Tom eagerly took Keith's
mouth into his own as he could taste the youth's cum and saliva at the
same time.  The three sweaty bodies, reddened and thoroughly depleted
from the constant sexual activity, writhed smoothly over one another.
Derek's tongue did its own work in keeping Tom's ass well lubricated
as he pressed his sweaty face into the crack.



      "Shower time," said Tom abruptly.  Derek and Keith knew the cue
to head to the master bath and heading over there promptly, trying to
avoid staining the carpeting with the various secretions their bodies
held.

      As the threesome adjusted the water temperature and entered the
shower, they found themselves able to talk coherently.  The first
sexual encounter had taken quite a bit of the edge off.

      "So," said Tom, initiating the conversation as the water spraye
over their bodies, "how's your mother?"

      "Just fine," said Derek.

      "Except she's bitching about you again," added Keith.

      "Now what?" asked Tom, somewhat exasperated.

      "She says you're late with the alimony check again," said Derek
as he began soaping his brother's body.

      "Just tell her lawyer to call my lawyer," responded Tom
dismissively.

      "Geez, Dad, why do we always have to get stuck in the middle of
this?" asked Derek.

      Tom smiled.  "Okay, I'll call her myself."

      "It's always nice though that I can still have my
every-other-weekend with you boys though," laughed Tom.


The End