Amazing Race Studs

By Steve Griffin

Published on Jan 2, 2005

Gay

See part 1 for disclaimers. Sorry for the delay, the holidays called. I hope you keep responding. One or two people are the main sources of feedback and they don't want to be so lonely, LOL. Oh, and always practice safe sex!

0000

After Aaron's rough subzero face fuck of Jon's lush, sweet lips, after Aaron corrupted his virgin, swanlike throat with Jon's first coating of man-seed, he had simply turned over and went to sleep. No explanation, nothing.

The next day, Jon tried to block the entire incident out of his memory. But around lunchtime, during an endless wait for the next ancient building to finally open for visitors, Jon cornered Aaron in a resturant bathroom.

The two men stared at each other for a few moments, unsure of what to say, or to say anything at all. Finally, Jon blurted out, "Why?"

Aaron's stormy dark eyes clouded over.

"You're just SO good. I mean so perfect and sweet and super-nice. You were like a Catholic schoolgirl, so pure. I didn't really know if it was true or not, or were you just shitting us. I'm not gay, alright?"

Jon laughed.

"So you just suck off other guys to prove a point?"

Aaron paused, realizing the stupidity of his comment.

"Hayden and Kendra and all the other girls can't stop talking about what a dream man you are and I just thought maybe if I pushed your buttons a little, you'd react. And plus, I mean no offense man, but you got such great cocksucker lips."

Aaron could hear a pin drop against the hard tile floor, but in reality the sound was Jon's baggy shorts as he began to piss.

"Aaron, what you do in the bedroom doesn't translate to who you are the rest of the time. I can have hot sex with Kris or...whoever and still have values."

Aaron couldn't stop staring at Jon's throbbing meat as the golden stream hit the toilet bowl. He flashed back to how sweet Jon's precum tasted in his mouth. Before he could stop himself, he stepped closer to Jon, drenching his shirt in the process.

"Dude, you're a basketcase! You just got my pee all over yourself. What's going on?"

Jon leaned over to help Aaron out of his shirt. While Aaron lifted the garment over his head, Jon's hands inadvertently brushed his tight 6-pack and strong pecs. Aaron suddenly looked into Jon's eyes, and saw the innocence and the adoration he rarely felt with Hayden. Jon felt a primal connection he'd never experienced with Kris. Their lips met, their hands busy exploring and teasing. Soon, Aaron's shorts were on the floor beside Jon's and he stood wearing nothing but his tennis shoes and ratty white socks, bent over the sink.

"C'mon, fuck me Jon. Fuck me with your big boy next door cock. Rape my ass like you wish you could rape Kris."

Aaron shut his eyes and leaned on his elbows. Hayden liked to use vibrators on herself and then sometimes she'd tie Aaron up and slide the pulsating plastic rod inside Aaron's rectum. Aaron never felt comfortable with her actions but he shot buckets and buckets into her mouth every time she touched him in forbidden places. He always wondered how it would feel to have a real cock inside him. A man's penis guiding his movements, enslaving him.

Jon hesitated, rubbing his painfully swollen 7 inches all around Aaron's winking pucker.

"Please, Jon. I trust you. I-I need you. Make me feel what a real man is."

Swept away on a wave of pleasure and anonymity (no camera crews, he'd never see Aaron after this was over...just this one time...Kris never let him go near her ass...), Jon slicked his hands with the liquid soap in a nearby dispenser and began to slathe Aaron's firm, flat buttocks in the lubricant. His ass was so smooth but the inside was so hairy, the contrast was startling. Just as Jon began to slick his own white-hot penis, he hesitated.

"I-I don't have any protection, Aaron. We can't..."

Aaron grunted and spread his legs a little farther apart.

"I trust you. Just fuck my ass. Raw."

Jon's manhood bounced enthusiastically in his gooey hand at the idea of bareback. He couldn't stop himself even if he'd wanted to. Jon lined up his guided missle to the tiny target. When he slipped inside, both men's wired-up bodies were jolted to the core. Jon couldn't believe how tight the fit was. He started out slow, but soon began a more rapid pace, his hands securely fastened on Aaron's slender hips. Aaron tried to stay quiet, as eerily quiet as Jon, but the excruciated cries, first of blind pain and then unrelenting pleasure, wracked his body, tremoring all the way down to his rosebud. The waves clamped against Jon's erection and nearly threw him into full orgasm a number of times, but he wanted this to last more than 2 seconds. He wanted to treasure the experience.

"Yeah, fuck that ass. Make me your bitch. What I've always wanted to be."

Jon's hips pistoned in rapid-fire motion. His light blue muscle shirt stuck like a second skin to his sweaty chest, so much so that he barely even noticed when an unknown man pinched his fat, rock-hard tits through the thin material.

Jon broke out of his delirium long enough to ask who the new arrival was, but a rough, stubbled kiss was his only answer. He had to answer the question himself. As he turned his head to see who the man was, he found...


Who is your choice? Oh, and make sure you catch the next episode of the show (the TV version, not my story), Jon and a few other hotties will be in Speedos! CBS 9 PM Eastern.


Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate