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Derek and Drew glanced at each other, then back at the shadowed door frame, openmouthed. Neither had remembered their danger of getting caught.
"Sorry, I..."
The speechless specimen and unwitting voyeur was John Vito, a fellow contestant who was teamed up with girlfriend Jill. Both New Yorkers, they were polite and pleasant, a rarity among the group cast this time around.
Drew quickly broke away from the hug he had remained in with his brother, covering his crotch with a towel as his body flushed bright red.
"We..."
John blinked, clearly a difficult process, licking his thick lower lip as he spat out his response. He swayed unsteadily on his large feet as he fought for words.
"You're-You're brothers."
Derek smiled knowingly, slight condescension as well as pride blended together, as he squeezed a more humbled Drew's shoulder. Drew recalled the squeeze to a more private era only moments earlier, and tried to battle the shudder of pleasure coursing through him.
"And lovers. Nothing wrong with that."
John grunted, too weary and confused to disagree.
"Gotta go man. S'not my business."
John had obviously been one of the many in the cast and crew to sample the local wines and beverages. He had a very sleepy charm to his looks which made him unique, and his shorn hair and slurred speech only seemed to enhance that appeal. As Drew maneuvered across the room, hiding his combative erection with one hand and shutting the door with the other, Derek stood unashamed, hands rubbing his flat belly, absorbing John's muscular forearms, his massive chest barely covered by a sweat-stained tank top, his loose shorts draping over the sculpted calves and thighs which were the obvious benefit of Jon's many hours of training. Derek wondered about the salty taste of those calves, the musky soap scent of those thighs, what size of heft was hidden between John's thighs.
Derek didn't have to glance down to see that his demanding dong was rising back to full force. He began to walk towards a stunned John Vito, while Drew rolled his eyes, planning to intercede.
"Lock the door, Drew."
The twins' locked eyes for a fraction of a second, Derek telling Drew without a word that John was a perfect physical specimen, that if John were involved in their "bond", he would be far less likely to go gossiping to the other teams or the producers and camera crew. Drew didn't pick up every signal, but he came to basically the same conclusion. And as much as he had expected to feel shame, the sight of the shorts framing John's cute rump and the idea of including John in their fun caused his own scepter to rise to full court attention.
John seemed to realize their intentions soon after, despite his addled state. Backing up towards the door, his exit was blocked by a warm, nude body. He could have gotten through if he wanted, but Derek joined the gentle barricade from the other end, firmly holding John's biceps in place, gently massaging them as his hardon brushed against John's shorts leg.
"I-I got a girlfriend," John stammered.
Drew smiled into John's neck, kissing, looking for vulnerable spots, as Derek smoothed over his pectorals, hardening the large nipples poking from the thin cotton.
"I have a wife," Derek whispered, with all the confidence of a master of seductive hypnosis. "Nobody will know. Nobody's getting hurt here, OK? Just enjoy. Nobody will know."
As Jon opened his mouth, his protest transformed into a groan at the feel of a very warm tongue inside his ear. Derek took his chance and pressed his lips to John's, seizing John's thick lower lip between his front teeth, roughly pulling and biting. John's moan opened his mouth further, leaving Derek to pierce the dark cavern with his tongue. A very skilled tongue, John would learn, tracing along his teeth and gums, suckling and battling with the other tongue, coaxing John into action.
Drew began inching the three of them to the bed. All of the fingers and tongues made John Vito grunt in unimaginable pleasure. This was the first time in the whole race he'd ever stopped to relax or enjoy himself, and his guilt was taken away by the various body parts which seemed design to tease and torment him. The sheets brushed against his bare arms as he fell onto the bed, and he blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust to the fact that he was not seeing double, that flawless twin hunks were preparing to service him. Both men stood at the foot of the bed, carressing each other's chests and smiling at disbelieving John.
"Like what you see, John?"
The pair of impish grins vanished as Derek tilted Drew's head for a slow, lazy kiss. Their entire world became devoted to exploring familiar-but-precious territory yet again, giving John a grand tour of their most private parts. Their nipples were exactly the same texture as they pinched and licked at the nubs, their cocks were exactly the same hard length as they stroked each other. John had yanked open his fly and began slapping himself to near-orgasm by the time they bent over to spread their cheeks. The sight of their twin holes was almost enough, but when they dropped to the floor and 69ed, John tossed his head back, feeling the first wave hit. The raw sex in the air, the slurpy sucking sounds and muffled groans as they sucked each other to the root, as John imagined their hot twin mouths on his big dick, made him explode. Cum shot everywhere as he lifted his shirt and massaged his sore nipples, the semen mostly missing his clothes and coating his beige-brown flesh. Panting and half-asleep, he began drifting away into another plane until the double dose of tongues licking away his seed snapped him back to attention.
"Damnnnnnnnn guys, I ain't shot that big a load in ages..."
Only a single tongue remained at his waistline, dipping into his navel and suckling, making him writhe with renewed fervor for sex. He was so focused on the slick trail winding down his toned lower torso that he barely noticed the sweaty thighs now pressed against his ears.
Derek smiled, his revitalized erection only inches away from John's mouth. He slowly painted John's lips in a sticky coating of pre-cum.
"Hey John, the night is only beginning."
And how right he was...