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.
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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?"