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I'm late to the party for this chapter!
I hate it when my threads go "read message" unbold.
Great chapter, Rory. Some interesting twists and turns for sure.
Hopefully Slick will be more than happy with his new boi toy - and one more reason to be calling Racer "Lucky".
I hate it when my threads go "read message" unbold.
Great chapter, Rory. Some interesting twists and turns for sure.
Hopefully Slick will be more than happy with his new boi toy - and one more reason to be calling Racer "Lucky".
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Forty-One - Randomness
“My GOD, Racer! Are you all right???” I appreciated the concern in B. J.'s voice. “What did the doctor say?”
“He said to take it easy for a while and if I get blurred vision, see a neurologist.”
It had to happen. Car wrecks are as common in racing as fights are in hockey. It wasn't my fault, I explained.
“I don't care whose fault it was. Are you all right???” B. J. persisted.
“I'm fine, Beej. Nothing to worry about. A few black and blue marks is all.”
B. J. was ready to drive down to Tennessee and be my nurse, which I would have liked, but I talked him out of it. Actually I wasn't fine, I was pretty sore, but things were improving; every hour was better than the last.
The third day of the Shelbyville season I started driving. Lucas felt that spare cars were capital assets going to waste and as long as I didn't wreck them, they could cover operating costs and contribute to the teams overhead expenses. Slick was skeptical until my performance convinced him that my third place finish in Monroe had been a fluke. And maybe he is right, because in Shelbyville I was finishing in the middle of the pack. Nothing spectacular, but it was as easy $25,000, half for me and half for the team. Until the wreck, that is.
It involved about a dozen cars. I managed to stop but other guys just piled into me almost as if it was arranged. I received about four big jolts. The seat belt worked as advertised, which meant I didn't fly through the windshield; and the padded suit helped; but still I got slammed around inside a car with no upholstery to cushion anything. No fire, thank God.
The time between the crash and the time I left the ER is pretty fuzzy. A lot of people poking at me, saying stupid things, and then the blessed relief of a big shot of demerol. I slept a long time and came to in my motel room late the next day. Apparently I had been functional earlier when the hospital released me; I just didn't remember any of it.
“You should have seen the male nurses fighting to take care of you,” Todd said when I woke up in motel bed.
“No females?” I asked.
“One told me they only go for the conscious guys. The male nurses like the passed out guys. Here, I'll cut his clothes off. Let ME swab him. That kind of stuff.”
“You're making that up,” I told Todd.
“A little,” he smiled. “Are you hungry? The doc said don't eat too much at first, you'll throw up.”
“A Coke would be great.” I watched him get it out of the mini-bar in my room. “Thanks, Todd.” The simple joy of a Coke's caffeine and sugar when you needed it was awesome. “How come I don't have any clothes on?” I asked him.
“Those nurses were impressive. Maybe I ought to be one. I practiced a little on you... Now don't go lookin' that way! I just took your clothes off without causing you any pain. Alright?? Not that you were feeling anything … They are REAL generous with the good stuff at that hospital.”
I tried to sit up straighter in the bed and cried out from the pain.
“Take it easy, Racer. You don't have to go anywhere.” Todd rushed to my side and plumped up the pillow. He was being awfully nice.
“So … uh … how are things going with you and Slick?”
“Amazing. He's the sweetest guy. He's so … considerate has to be the word. I don't think I ever used it before.” Todd chuckled and continued. “He fucks me a lot, which is ok, he's good at it. But ...”
“Say it, Todd.” I wanted to hear more about Slick's considerate nature.
“You know how I'm a little, er, little? My dick isn't so … Well, anyway, a lot of guys make jokes and stuff. Slick calls it my 'passion pricklet' – cause I come when he fucks me. And he's not makin' fun or anything. He says he likes my body. And I believe him.”
“I think Slick means what he says when he says it. But there have been a lot of guys in his bed. Girls, too. I'm just sayin', Todd.” Fair warning, in other words.
“Oh, I know. Nothing lasts, but it's nice while it does.” I tried to shift positions and grimaced again from pain. “They gave you a lot of stuff in the ER, but all I got to bring back here was some Tylenol. You want some?”
Duh … I took four and hoped they would kick in quickly. They didn't. They took the barest edge off the pain, but everything hurt, throbbed even. I think I fell asleep. I woke again in the morning.
“Have you been here all night?” I asked Todd.
“No. I spend the night with Slick and came back here early. Slick and Lucas are meeting with some insurance company guys to see if you are covered under the team policy. I had nothing else to do … so ...”
“Thanks. AAAGH!” I cried out from a sharp pain as I tried to reach for the remains of yesterday's Coke. A trip to the bathroom was torture even with Todd's help.
“Do you want to eat something? They said you could today.”
“I'd like another Coke with about eight Tylenol and half a bottle of vodka in it.”
“You know ...” Todd looked pensive. “Wait. I'll be right back.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” I said to the door. Todd was already gone.
Time still didn't have its usual properties for me. I don't know how long he was gone. He returned however grinning.
“Alright, Racer, my friend! Have I got something for you! A couple of things actually. Some very cold vodka.” He showed me the bottle. “And a couple of old friends of mine, specifically … one cyclobenzaprine and two valium. They say you shouldn't mix 'em, but in small quantities … Murph says it's ok.”
“Who's Murph?”
“One of your ER nurses who I just fucked. I hope you appreciate all I'm doing for you.”
“You look pretty ok. Was he good?”
“No; but even bad sex … You know what they say. Plus he gave me the pills.”
I took all the pills and a couple more Tylenol for good measure. Nothing, absolutely nothing resulted.
“Give it time,” Todd said as we shared the vodka and Coke, which tasted terrific.
“I feel nothing. Nothing at all. Are you sure … woof! … here it comes! Never mind!” By the time I was on my second drink I was able to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom without any of the pain of previous trips. “Man, I could dance,” I told Todd and demonstrated a few steps.
“Take it easy, Racer. This stuff is going to wear off sooner than you want.”
“Meanwhile ...” I flopped down onto the bed spread eagle happy that the bed seemed to be moving only a little bit. “Music, that's what we need.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body.” I felt great. “Mmm … that feels good.”
“I could have been a masseur, somebody told me once,” Todd said. “Let me get these clothes off you … Don't get worried. I'll cover your ass with a towel.” Which he did, not that I gave a shit by that point. “I'll get out of my own, too, if you don't mind ...”
I didn't mind what he did. The massage felt great. The music was cool. I giggled when I felt the towel coming off my ass. I laughed when he said, “Roll over.” I laughed harder when he said, “You wanna fuck me?” I stopped laughing when he sat on my dick.
He groaned as he bounced on my cock. “Ooow … Yeah … Mmm ...”
“The 'passion pricklet' is looking pretty hard,” I told him.
“Uh-huh,” he panted as he continued bouncing. Then he slowed dramatically and moved his body to angle my dick forward. “Yes! YES! FUCK!!!!” His dick was small, but his load wasn't. “Man! That's just the way Slick does it!!” he gasped when he was done spurting. “SO … FUCKIN' … HOT!” He got his breath back. “Now I'm gonna lie back and you're gonna pound me!” He did and I tried. “Do it, Racer. Let me feel you in me!” I came and kept on pumping. I didn't want to stop. It seemed like the world's longest orgasm. Finally my dick went limp and slipped out.
“I see why B. J. likes fuckin' you,” I told him.
“You're better than he is,” Todd said and I believed him. “He's lucky to have you.” He was already disengaging and began dressing. “Why don't you take a shower before the pills wear off?” He dressed and left.
I took his advice and the heat of the shower felt good. I napped again and woke feeling not nearly as bad as I had earlier. The assurance that I was mending was encouraging. That was when I called B. J. I didn't tell him about Todd and I understood why he didn't tell me about Todd. The sex had been great but meaningless; the guilt was going to be another matter harder to deal with.
“I love you, Beej,” I told him at the end of the call feeling just a twinge of regret about Todd..
“I'm coming, anyway,” he told me. “The meet's over in another week and you shouldn't drive home alone. Besides, I miss you, Racer; every day it's worse. I'll see you at the end of next week.”
“My GOD, Racer! Are you all right???” I appreciated the concern in B. J.'s voice. “What did the doctor say?”
“He said to take it easy for a while and if I get blurred vision, see a neurologist.”
It had to happen. Car wrecks are as common in racing as fights are in hockey. It wasn't my fault, I explained.
“I don't care whose fault it was. Are you all right???” B. J. persisted.
“I'm fine, Beej. Nothing to worry about. A few black and blue marks is all.”
B. J. was ready to drive down to Tennessee and be my nurse, which I would have liked, but I talked him out of it. Actually I wasn't fine, I was pretty sore, but things were improving; every hour was better than the last.
The third day of the Shelbyville season I started driving. Lucas felt that spare cars were capital assets going to waste and as long as I didn't wreck them, they could cover operating costs and contribute to the teams overhead expenses. Slick was skeptical until my performance convinced him that my third place finish in Monroe had been a fluke. And maybe he is right, because in Shelbyville I was finishing in the middle of the pack. Nothing spectacular, but it was as easy $25,000, half for me and half for the team. Until the wreck, that is.
It involved about a dozen cars. I managed to stop but other guys just piled into me almost as if it was arranged. I received about four big jolts. The seat belt worked as advertised, which meant I didn't fly through the windshield; and the padded suit helped; but still I got slammed around inside a car with no upholstery to cushion anything. No fire, thank God.
The time between the crash and the time I left the ER is pretty fuzzy. A lot of people poking at me, saying stupid things, and then the blessed relief of a big shot of demerol. I slept a long time and came to in my motel room late the next day. Apparently I had been functional earlier when the hospital released me; I just didn't remember any of it.
“You should have seen the male nurses fighting to take care of you,” Todd said when I woke up in motel bed.
“No females?” I asked.
“One told me they only go for the conscious guys. The male nurses like the passed out guys. Here, I'll cut his clothes off. Let ME swab him. That kind of stuff.”
“You're making that up,” I told Todd.
“A little,” he smiled. “Are you hungry? The doc said don't eat too much at first, you'll throw up.”
“A Coke would be great.” I watched him get it out of the mini-bar in my room. “Thanks, Todd.” The simple joy of a Coke's caffeine and sugar when you needed it was awesome. “How come I don't have any clothes on?” I asked him.
“Those nurses were impressive. Maybe I ought to be one. I practiced a little on you... Now don't go lookin' that way! I just took your clothes off without causing you any pain. Alright?? Not that you were feeling anything … They are REAL generous with the good stuff at that hospital.”
I tried to sit up straighter in the bed and cried out from the pain.
“Take it easy, Racer. You don't have to go anywhere.” Todd rushed to my side and plumped up the pillow. He was being awfully nice.
“So … uh … how are things going with you and Slick?”
“Amazing. He's the sweetest guy. He's so … considerate has to be the word. I don't think I ever used it before.” Todd chuckled and continued. “He fucks me a lot, which is ok, he's good at it. But ...”
“Say it, Todd.” I wanted to hear more about Slick's considerate nature.
“You know how I'm a little, er, little? My dick isn't so … Well, anyway, a lot of guys make jokes and stuff. Slick calls it my 'passion pricklet' – cause I come when he fucks me. And he's not makin' fun or anything. He says he likes my body. And I believe him.”
“I think Slick means what he says when he says it. But there have been a lot of guys in his bed. Girls, too. I'm just sayin', Todd.” Fair warning, in other words.
“Oh, I know. Nothing lasts, but it's nice while it does.” I tried to shift positions and grimaced again from pain. “They gave you a lot of stuff in the ER, but all I got to bring back here was some Tylenol. You want some?”
Duh … I took four and hoped they would kick in quickly. They didn't. They took the barest edge off the pain, but everything hurt, throbbed even. I think I fell asleep. I woke again in the morning.
“Have you been here all night?” I asked Todd.
“No. I spend the night with Slick and came back here early. Slick and Lucas are meeting with some insurance company guys to see if you are covered under the team policy. I had nothing else to do … so ...”
“Thanks. AAAGH!” I cried out from a sharp pain as I tried to reach for the remains of yesterday's Coke. A trip to the bathroom was torture even with Todd's help.
“Do you want to eat something? They said you could today.”
“I'd like another Coke with about eight Tylenol and half a bottle of vodka in it.”
“You know ...” Todd looked pensive. “Wait. I'll be right back.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” I said to the door. Todd was already gone.
Time still didn't have its usual properties for me. I don't know how long he was gone. He returned however grinning.
“Alright, Racer, my friend! Have I got something for you! A couple of things actually. Some very cold vodka.” He showed me the bottle. “And a couple of old friends of mine, specifically … one cyclobenzaprine and two valium. They say you shouldn't mix 'em, but in small quantities … Murph says it's ok.”
“Who's Murph?”
“One of your ER nurses who I just fucked. I hope you appreciate all I'm doing for you.”
“You look pretty ok. Was he good?”
“No; but even bad sex … You know what they say. Plus he gave me the pills.”
I took all the pills and a couple more Tylenol for good measure. Nothing, absolutely nothing resulted.
“Give it time,” Todd said as we shared the vodka and Coke, which tasted terrific.
“I feel nothing. Nothing at all. Are you sure … woof! … here it comes! Never mind!” By the time I was on my second drink I was able to get out of bed and make it to the bathroom without any of the pain of previous trips. “Man, I could dance,” I told Todd and demonstrated a few steps.
“Take it easy, Racer. This stuff is going to wear off sooner than you want.”
“Meanwhile ...” I flopped down onto the bed spread eagle happy that the bed seemed to be moving only a little bit. “Music, that's what we need.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body.” I felt great. “Mmm … that feels good.”
“I could have been a masseur, somebody told me once,” Todd said. “Let me get these clothes off you … Don't get worried. I'll cover your ass with a towel.” Which he did, not that I gave a shit by that point. “I'll get out of my own, too, if you don't mind ...”
I didn't mind what he did. The massage felt great. The music was cool. I giggled when I felt the towel coming off my ass. I laughed when he said, “Roll over.” I laughed harder when he said, “You wanna fuck me?” I stopped laughing when he sat on my dick.
He groaned as he bounced on my cock. “Ooow … Yeah … Mmm ...”
“The 'passion pricklet' is looking pretty hard,” I told him.
“Uh-huh,” he panted as he continued bouncing. Then he slowed dramatically and moved his body to angle my dick forward. “Yes! YES! FUCK!!!!” His dick was small, but his load wasn't. “Man! That's just the way Slick does it!!” he gasped when he was done spurting. “SO … FUCKIN' … HOT!” He got his breath back. “Now I'm gonna lie back and you're gonna pound me!” He did and I tried. “Do it, Racer. Let me feel you in me!” I came and kept on pumping. I didn't want to stop. It seemed like the world's longest orgasm. Finally my dick went limp and slipped out.
“I see why B. J. likes fuckin' you,” I told him.
“You're better than he is,” Todd said and I believed him. “He's lucky to have you.” He was already disengaging and began dressing. “Why don't you take a shower before the pills wear off?” He dressed and left.
I took his advice and the heat of the shower felt good. I napped again and woke feeling not nearly as bad as I had earlier. The assurance that I was mending was encouraging. That was when I called B. J. I didn't tell him about Todd and I understood why he didn't tell me about Todd. The sex had been great but meaningless; the guilt was going to be another matter harder to deal with.
“I love you, Beej,” I told him at the end of the call feeling just a twinge of regret about Todd..
“I'm coming, anyway,” he told me. “The meet's over in another week and you shouldn't drive home alone. Besides, I miss you, Racer; every day it's worse. I'll see you at the end of next week.”
You post your chapters late at night - when I'm usually on the way our or just gone - but I'm up late tonight -
I'd say the accident was a surprise, but somehow it wasn't.
I hope Racer heals OK - but Todd is definitely a complication for him.
He's a right slut he is.
When BJ shows up all hell will have to be paid.
You keep things exciting, that's for sure.
I'd say the accident was a surprise, but somehow it wasn't.
I hope Racer heals OK - but Todd is definitely a complication for him.
He's a right slut he is.
When BJ shows up all hell will have to be paid.
You keep things exciting, that's for sure.
How's it going, Rocabar?
Craiger
JUB Addict
It seems Racer is forever engaging all the males around. Todd finally got his wish which was probably good for Racer as well. There should be no guilt as long as it was meaningless. Besides Todd has Slick to play with now and they have hit it off well. I'm sure B.J. is worried sick about Racer and his accident. It will be good for them to drive back together. Thanks Rory.
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Finally managed to read the latest, and what can I say? 
Apparently, even a banged up, bruised, hurting, Brendon/Racer Tyree is an Awesome Sexy Beast!
Maybe, when Beej arrives, they can make a Racer/B.J./Todd sandwich, or some combination thereof?
The "boys" are certainly feeling their, and each others', oats!
Back to the keyboard, Please, Buddy!
And, Yeah! ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Apparently, even a banged up, bruised, hurting, Brendon/Racer Tyree is an Awesome Sexy Beast!
Maybe, when Beej arrives, they can make a Racer/B.J./Todd sandwich, or some combination thereof?
The "boys" are certainly feeling their, and each others', oats!
Back to the keyboard, Please, Buddy!
And, Yeah! ... No Matter What ...
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Forty-Two - Specificity
Fucking Todd was more trouble than I thought it would be. Now he regarded me with a kind of possessiveness, as if my stud services were available anytime he felt an itch.
“Listen, Racer, I'm going out with Slick tonight and, well … sometimes he's drinking more than you want for really good sex. So, maybe I'll see you later.” He didn't even wait for my agreement; he winked and walked.
So I made a point of not being there when he and Slick got back, which I knew would be fairly early because Slick was in the featured race the next day and Slick always wanted a lot of sleep before a race. I was in the race also, adding flesh and metal to the pack of forty; but how much sleep I got wasn't a big concern to me or anyone else. Six hours was my minimum for ninety-nine percent effectiveness. Sometimes I felt that more was less in the case of sleep. Seven was ok; seven and a half represented my point of diminishing returns; eight hours made me feel sluggish all day.
So I went out with Ches and Lucas; both of them were one-drink-and-done guys. I already knew that about Ches; Lucas made a point of it when we sat down.
“More than one dulls the palate,” he commented as we looked over the menu.
“Some of these places you might want a dull palate,” Ches countered. “Is everything deep fried here?”
“A shot of vodka, as cold as you can get it, please, ma'am,” I ordered when the waitress came back. She looked about to ask me for ID but decided the hell with it. Ches and Lucas ordered big schooners of beer.
“I've been wanting to know. How'd you get hooked up with Slick,” Lucas asked Ches.
“I worked with his father and when he passed … I put Slick in the driver's seat and went on from there. So far, so good.”
“Oh so you've known Slick a good while.”
“Since he was born. I try to keep him on the straight and narrow, but I don't have so much influence any more. He'll listen; but he does what he wants.”
“Speaking narrowly, his finances are in good shape; but the straight part is uh ...” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well, I've found it doesn't pay to look to closely at that kind of thing.” Ches made it clear he didn't want to get into Slick's sex life and Lucas turned his attention to me.
“So you, Racer … Did you drop out of college?”
“Never went. No money.”
“Really. You seem like you're better educated than ...”
“I'm not stupid, just not much educated,” I told him, which was true I guess.
“But you were reading Tolstoy! I saw you with the book!”
“He's got interesting ideas, don't you think? Especially the way he looks at families.” Lucas changed the topic to finances and we ate a fairly decent dinner even if it was fried.
I got back to the room and found Todd asleep in my bed. “Up! Out!” I told him. He grumbled but complied. “How'd you get in, anyway?” He didn't answer.
I got into bed and was reminded that hate getting into a already warm bed especially if somebody else has warmed it. Except for B. J., of course; but B. J. has a sexy smell that goes with the warmth. It always got me hard, but I tried not to think about that.
The next day Slick got his first win of the session. A clean win, no qualifications. He plain out-drove everybody else. I came in fifth and congratulated Slick when we both got to the pit.
“Couldn't have done it without you running interference on that Moss dude. It was really precise the way you cut him off when he was going for my side. Maybe this team racing is a good idea, Ches.”
“That wasn't the plan and I don't think Racer's drivin' was any benefit to you. It better not seem that way to the judges, either. This ain't no roller derby.”
“I don't know, Ches. Maybe we could ...”
“The minute the judges sense anything, they'll ban both of you.” Ches was adamant and left the pit.
“Racer ...” Slick said tentatively.
“I didn't even see Moss as your competition. I cut him off to improve my own position.”
Slick didn't reply but I could sense that the idea of mutual assistance wasn't banished from his mind. I was going to hear more about it sooner or later.
A little post-win celebration was usual and I expected Slick's knock on my door. I was dressed and ready to go. I was also hungry and hoped he wanted food first. I wondered if Todd would be part of the night out. I opened the door and got a complete surprise.
“Adam!”
“You haven't forgot me,” Adam grinned.
I glanced around the outdoor passage and saw no one else nearby. “You didn't bring Racer? The dog?” I added in case of confusion.
“She's staying with my mother.”
“SHE??? Racer is a SHE?” Why would he name a she-dog after me?
“As far as I can tell … Can I come in?”
“Sure … A FEMALE dog?”
“Bitch is the technical term, I believe. She has your eyes.”
He smiled at me as we stood facing each other. The silence got a little awkward. Plus, there were some differences. His hair was longer, not long by any measure, but longer than his former buzz cut; and I think he had shed a few pounds. He no longer gave off the stereotypical slightly-out-of-shape cop aura.
“You look different,” I noted.
“You don't. You hungry? Want to go out?”
“Yes!” To hell with Slick I decided.
I was glad to see Adam's comfortable familiarity; but at the restaurant I began to notice just how different he was. “Did you get a makeover or something?”
“No. I took your advice and went to New Orleans one weekend. I met this guy who liked … specialized was the word he used ... specialized in cops. He said he'd settle for military if he couldn't find a good cop.”
“He knew you were a deputy?”
“He guessed, correctly as it turned out.” Adam laughed to himself. “And then he said, 'Here's what you do. Let your hair grow a little because high and tight just doesn't go with your head shape. And lose a few pounds. You'll be tons hotter with a tight ass.' So I did and ...” He shrugged. “Wah-lah, I guess.”
“He didn't like your ass?” I whispered. “Your ass is awesome.”
“It is now, he says,” Adam grinned. “He also said I should call myself 'Adan' instead of Adam, that it would add a little Hispanic flavor.”
“He just gives out fashion advice?”
“Uh, no. There was more than that.” He clearly meant sex, but he didn't say it.
“All this in one weekend?” I was distracted by the light shining off Adam's hair. It made me want to touch him, to feel his hair. I almost reached out. “But you don't look Hispanic at all. Light brown hair, light-colored eyes.”
“No not in one weekend. I mentioned that I don't look much Salvadorian and he said, 'There are blond Hispanics, you know.' And he's right; there are. I used to be blond when I was a kid, but it darkened. Anyway, I didn't go along with the Adan-thing, but you're looking at the rest of his advice.” He coughed a little and changed the subject. “So about you. How's ...T.J.?”
“B. J. He's fine. He's coming to drive back to Virginia with me at the end of the week, because I got a little banged up last week and he doesn't want me driving alone. He's an idiot, but I said ok.”
“That's why I'm here. I saw online that you had been in a wreck. I wanted to help, but I can see you don't need it. You drove a nice race today.”
“Thanks. I wasn't going all out. I'm just supposed to exercise the car for tax reasons or something.”
“You should go all out. Why not?”
“Well, Slick's a problem if I come in too high in the field.”
“Fuck Slick, Racer. You owe it to yourself. See what you can do. You could have had third easy today.”
I reached out and touched his hair. Despite the spikey look brushed into it, it was soft.
“Don't, Race.” He recoiled from my fingers.
“Don't what?”
“You know what. Don't make this harder for either of us.”
We finished dinner and Adam drove me back to the motel. I didn't want to say good night to him abruptly, like, thanks for the dinner and bang, that was good-bye. “You want to come in? I got some vodka chilling.”
“No, I better mosey.”
“Where are you staying?”
“I'm gonna drive back to Monroe.”
“Tonight? You can't! It'll take all night! You've had a couple beers and a big dinner. You'll fall asleep at the wheel!” He was unrelenting. “Adam, no. Stay here. Leave in the morning.”
“If I stay here ...” He made kind of a strangling sound.
He was right, of course. We barely got into my room before I was kissing him and playing with his hair, and feeling his erection. Feeling my own, too. We didn't rush things. There was a lot of kissing; wordless sighs filled the dark room. He didn't complain when I opened his pants and by the time we were naked he was all in. His slimmer ass was still plump enough to make me ache for him. I guess I like 'em on the big side. He was eager for me and maybe even demanding. I like it missionary; he wanted it doggy. We did it doggy.
“Angle a little downward … Ahh … Yeah!!!” So much for the guy I thought was still a semi-virgin. He came almost from the fucking. I barely touched his cock before he spasmed And then he rolled over and said, “Fuck me.” Not in a demanding way. He was inviting intimacy. I reentered him and he pulled me into a kiss. Gentle, soft, I couldn't have asked for anything better. I do like sex best when it seems like love. Sweet and slow tantalizing strokes brought me gradually higher and higher. My motions got ragged and desperate at the end and I pounded him hard before I came. He kept sighing my name and kissing me. I kissed him back, of course. He was a great kisser the last time, or should I call it the first time? And maybe he was even better the second time, or would it be the last time? Anyway, it was one of the sweetest fucks I've ever known. And I told him so.
“See? I knew it would be like that. Now what? What do we do now, Racer? Tuck this away as a fond memory to jack off by when we're eighty?”
I couldn't answer him, of course. He wanted more from me. And I didn't know what to do or what to say. Does great sex HAVE to lead to something more? Well, in fact it did. In the morning he fucked me as thoroughly as I've ever been fucked. I was limp when he was done. I tried to kiss him, but he didn't want that. He dressed quickly and quietly, and stood with his hand on the door knob. I asked him if he didn't want to shower before he left.
“I want to drive home smelling of you the whole way. I never want to forget you, Racer, and I don't expect I ever will.”
Fucking Todd was more trouble than I thought it would be. Now he regarded me with a kind of possessiveness, as if my stud services were available anytime he felt an itch.
“Listen, Racer, I'm going out with Slick tonight and, well … sometimes he's drinking more than you want for really good sex. So, maybe I'll see you later.” He didn't even wait for my agreement; he winked and walked.
So I made a point of not being there when he and Slick got back, which I knew would be fairly early because Slick was in the featured race the next day and Slick always wanted a lot of sleep before a race. I was in the race also, adding flesh and metal to the pack of forty; but how much sleep I got wasn't a big concern to me or anyone else. Six hours was my minimum for ninety-nine percent effectiveness. Sometimes I felt that more was less in the case of sleep. Seven was ok; seven and a half represented my point of diminishing returns; eight hours made me feel sluggish all day.
So I went out with Ches and Lucas; both of them were one-drink-and-done guys. I already knew that about Ches; Lucas made a point of it when we sat down.
“More than one dulls the palate,” he commented as we looked over the menu.
“Some of these places you might want a dull palate,” Ches countered. “Is everything deep fried here?”
“A shot of vodka, as cold as you can get it, please, ma'am,” I ordered when the waitress came back. She looked about to ask me for ID but decided the hell with it. Ches and Lucas ordered big schooners of beer.
“I've been wanting to know. How'd you get hooked up with Slick,” Lucas asked Ches.
“I worked with his father and when he passed … I put Slick in the driver's seat and went on from there. So far, so good.”
“Oh so you've known Slick a good while.”
“Since he was born. I try to keep him on the straight and narrow, but I don't have so much influence any more. He'll listen; but he does what he wants.”
“Speaking narrowly, his finances are in good shape; but the straight part is uh ...” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well, I've found it doesn't pay to look to closely at that kind of thing.” Ches made it clear he didn't want to get into Slick's sex life and Lucas turned his attention to me.
“So you, Racer … Did you drop out of college?”
“Never went. No money.”
“Really. You seem like you're better educated than ...”
“I'm not stupid, just not much educated,” I told him, which was true I guess.
“But you were reading Tolstoy! I saw you with the book!”
“He's got interesting ideas, don't you think? Especially the way he looks at families.” Lucas changed the topic to finances and we ate a fairly decent dinner even if it was fried.
I got back to the room and found Todd asleep in my bed. “Up! Out!” I told him. He grumbled but complied. “How'd you get in, anyway?” He didn't answer.
I got into bed and was reminded that hate getting into a already warm bed especially if somebody else has warmed it. Except for B. J., of course; but B. J. has a sexy smell that goes with the warmth. It always got me hard, but I tried not to think about that.
The next day Slick got his first win of the session. A clean win, no qualifications. He plain out-drove everybody else. I came in fifth and congratulated Slick when we both got to the pit.
“Couldn't have done it without you running interference on that Moss dude. It was really precise the way you cut him off when he was going for my side. Maybe this team racing is a good idea, Ches.”
“That wasn't the plan and I don't think Racer's drivin' was any benefit to you. It better not seem that way to the judges, either. This ain't no roller derby.”
“I don't know, Ches. Maybe we could ...”
“The minute the judges sense anything, they'll ban both of you.” Ches was adamant and left the pit.
“Racer ...” Slick said tentatively.
“I didn't even see Moss as your competition. I cut him off to improve my own position.”
Slick didn't reply but I could sense that the idea of mutual assistance wasn't banished from his mind. I was going to hear more about it sooner or later.
A little post-win celebration was usual and I expected Slick's knock on my door. I was dressed and ready to go. I was also hungry and hoped he wanted food first. I wondered if Todd would be part of the night out. I opened the door and got a complete surprise.
“Adam!”
“You haven't forgot me,” Adam grinned.
I glanced around the outdoor passage and saw no one else nearby. “You didn't bring Racer? The dog?” I added in case of confusion.
“She's staying with my mother.”
“SHE??? Racer is a SHE?” Why would he name a she-dog after me?
“As far as I can tell … Can I come in?”
“Sure … A FEMALE dog?”
“Bitch is the technical term, I believe. She has your eyes.”
He smiled at me as we stood facing each other. The silence got a little awkward. Plus, there were some differences. His hair was longer, not long by any measure, but longer than his former buzz cut; and I think he had shed a few pounds. He no longer gave off the stereotypical slightly-out-of-shape cop aura.
“You look different,” I noted.
“You don't. You hungry? Want to go out?”
“Yes!” To hell with Slick I decided.
I was glad to see Adam's comfortable familiarity; but at the restaurant I began to notice just how different he was. “Did you get a makeover or something?”
“No. I took your advice and went to New Orleans one weekend. I met this guy who liked … specialized was the word he used ... specialized in cops. He said he'd settle for military if he couldn't find a good cop.”
“He knew you were a deputy?”
“He guessed, correctly as it turned out.” Adam laughed to himself. “And then he said, 'Here's what you do. Let your hair grow a little because high and tight just doesn't go with your head shape. And lose a few pounds. You'll be tons hotter with a tight ass.' So I did and ...” He shrugged. “Wah-lah, I guess.”
“He didn't like your ass?” I whispered. “Your ass is awesome.”
“It is now, he says,” Adam grinned. “He also said I should call myself 'Adan' instead of Adam, that it would add a little Hispanic flavor.”
“He just gives out fashion advice?”
“Uh, no. There was more than that.” He clearly meant sex, but he didn't say it.
“All this in one weekend?” I was distracted by the light shining off Adam's hair. It made me want to touch him, to feel his hair. I almost reached out. “But you don't look Hispanic at all. Light brown hair, light-colored eyes.”
“No not in one weekend. I mentioned that I don't look much Salvadorian and he said, 'There are blond Hispanics, you know.' And he's right; there are. I used to be blond when I was a kid, but it darkened. Anyway, I didn't go along with the Adan-thing, but you're looking at the rest of his advice.” He coughed a little and changed the subject. “So about you. How's ...T.J.?”
“B. J. He's fine. He's coming to drive back to Virginia with me at the end of the week, because I got a little banged up last week and he doesn't want me driving alone. He's an idiot, but I said ok.”
“That's why I'm here. I saw online that you had been in a wreck. I wanted to help, but I can see you don't need it. You drove a nice race today.”
“Thanks. I wasn't going all out. I'm just supposed to exercise the car for tax reasons or something.”
“You should go all out. Why not?”
“Well, Slick's a problem if I come in too high in the field.”
“Fuck Slick, Racer. You owe it to yourself. See what you can do. You could have had third easy today.”
I reached out and touched his hair. Despite the spikey look brushed into it, it was soft.
“Don't, Race.” He recoiled from my fingers.
“Don't what?”
“You know what. Don't make this harder for either of us.”
We finished dinner and Adam drove me back to the motel. I didn't want to say good night to him abruptly, like, thanks for the dinner and bang, that was good-bye. “You want to come in? I got some vodka chilling.”
“No, I better mosey.”
“Where are you staying?”
“I'm gonna drive back to Monroe.”
“Tonight? You can't! It'll take all night! You've had a couple beers and a big dinner. You'll fall asleep at the wheel!” He was unrelenting. “Adam, no. Stay here. Leave in the morning.”
“If I stay here ...” He made kind of a strangling sound.
He was right, of course. We barely got into my room before I was kissing him and playing with his hair, and feeling his erection. Feeling my own, too. We didn't rush things. There was a lot of kissing; wordless sighs filled the dark room. He didn't complain when I opened his pants and by the time we were naked he was all in. His slimmer ass was still plump enough to make me ache for him. I guess I like 'em on the big side. He was eager for me and maybe even demanding. I like it missionary; he wanted it doggy. We did it doggy.
“Angle a little downward … Ahh … Yeah!!!” So much for the guy I thought was still a semi-virgin. He came almost from the fucking. I barely touched his cock before he spasmed And then he rolled over and said, “Fuck me.” Not in a demanding way. He was inviting intimacy. I reentered him and he pulled me into a kiss. Gentle, soft, I couldn't have asked for anything better. I do like sex best when it seems like love. Sweet and slow tantalizing strokes brought me gradually higher and higher. My motions got ragged and desperate at the end and I pounded him hard before I came. He kept sighing my name and kissing me. I kissed him back, of course. He was a great kisser the last time, or should I call it the first time? And maybe he was even better the second time, or would it be the last time? Anyway, it was one of the sweetest fucks I've ever known. And I told him so.
“See? I knew it would be like that. Now what? What do we do now, Racer? Tuck this away as a fond memory to jack off by when we're eighty?”
I couldn't answer him, of course. He wanted more from me. And I didn't know what to do or what to say. Does great sex HAVE to lead to something more? Well, in fact it did. In the morning he fucked me as thoroughly as I've ever been fucked. I was limp when he was done. I tried to kiss him, but he didn't want that. He dressed quickly and quietly, and stood with his hand on the door knob. I asked him if he didn't want to shower before he left.
“I want to drive home smelling of you the whole way. I never want to forget you, Racer, and I don't expect I ever will.”
Another great chapter, Rory. They just get better all the time. Racer is turning into kind of a slut, but he sure is having a great time. Can't wait for the next edition. Keep them cumming or coming. Thanks for the sharing.
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“See? I knew it would be like that. Now what? What do we do now, Racer? Tuck this away as a fond memory to jack off by when we're eighty?”
Oh, Heck, Yes! When it's only our memories that we have left, let's hope we've managed to make Lots of stories!
It sounds as though there might be some residual complications. Who knows? Butt, is that necessarily a "Bad Thing"?
"Depends", I suppose.
Some of my memories will be from your writing, Buddy!
Keep it UP!
Chaz
Oh, Heck, Yes! When it's only our memories that we have left, let's hope we've managed to make Lots of stories!
It sounds as though there might be some residual complications. Who knows? Butt, is that necessarily a "Bad Thing"?
"Depends", I suppose.
Some of my memories will be from your writing, Buddy!
Keep it UP!
Chaz
Rory,
What an erotic, steamy, love-filled chapter.
For, that is what it really is - not just a one night fuck buddy affair.
Thanks so much, Rory.
What an erotic, steamy, love-filled chapter.
For, that is what it really is - not just a one night fuck buddy affair.
Thanks so much, Rory.
Craiger
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Other that B.J., I think Adam could be a good match for Racer. It was good to see him back in the picture even if for just one night. I'd like to see Racer take his advise and race to win. I could even look better to the judges, but Slick would have a fit. Thanks Rory, great chapter.
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Chapter Forty-Three - Escape
B. J.' s text said he would arrive at my motel around ten in the morning. I waited for him eagerly; there was so much I wanted to tell him. Like winning the race yesterday! Slick pulled out with fouled injectors so I took my shot and it worked. Ok, it wasn't an important race and there were lots of novice drivers on the track, but still, a victory is a victory, except it wasn't a big purse.
I had my first encounter with a NASCAR groupie at the award ceremony. This big-busted blond gave me a trophy, kissed me, and whispered that a lot more was possible if I was interested. I told her we were racing in Talladega next in about three weeks. So who knows where that will lead?
Ten o'clock came and no B. J. I texted him but got no answer. Waiting was torture. Tolstoy said, “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” It was in one of his plays. I admit I haven't read it, but I like the idea. I paced the room and I sat and tried to read and I checked my phone and I pictured B. J. naked and I paced some more and I ached a little and finally I heard a vehicular door slam in the parking lot. I spotted an airport shuttle van driving away and waited for the knock.
“B. J.!” I tried to hug him before he even got in the room, but he shook me off. He glanced furtively around the passageway and parking lot and then hurried into the room. “What?” I asked and got a quick kiss before he peeked out the window.
“Flight attendant!” he said. “Really creepy!” he added after making sure no one was outside. “A stalker, I think,” he added, turning to me with a smile.
I sighed inwardly. He's so handsome. This time I got a much better kiss and a hug and a squeeze. His ass felt so …
“Whoa!” he sprang back. “I gotta tell you about this, Racer. So fuckin' spooky!” I watched and waited for him to speak. “Fuck!” he said again and paced the way I had been doing fifteen minutes earlier.
“The plane was a little late leaving so I drank a big coffee and had to piss before we landed. So, ok, I piss and go to wash my hands but the faucet sticks or something. I can't turn it off.” He took a breath. “So, I called the flight attendant and this guy says what and I say the faucet is stuck. And he looks at me hard and pushes me into the lav and comes in after me. See, I tell him, and we look at the running water. And it's really crowded in that tiny lav. Like God knows how people ever get into the mile-high club, there's just no room. So he looks at the running faucet and puts his arm around me so he can get closer and he grabs my ass. And I don't know what I did but he says have you ever been fucked? And he grabs my ass again! And then he looks up at the ceiling and says, oh, Mary, has this one ever been fucked! He's still grabbing my ass. And then he looks me right in the eye and says, you loved it, didn't you?”
“Did you get in a fight? What did you do? Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he continued to pace.
“I told him yes – about me loving it. Cause, well, it's true; I do love it when you fuck me and I'm not denying it any more after the mess that got me into at Thanksgiving.” He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Cause I love you, Racer.”
“B.J.! I know you love me! What about the flight attendant?” Sometimes he tells a terrible story.
“He says I knew it! and brags that he's a great fuck. And I say not interested and he says wait til you try it and I say hell no and he says I'm gonna find you and fuck you. And he's like totally EVIL saying this to me. And I start to go back to my seat and he says you better hide that! And my dick is hard and pointing out like a dowsing rod.”
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
“What's so funny? He meant it. Every word! He's out there lookin' for me.”
“Not evil, just bull shit, Beej. That's what your flight attendant is full of.” I shoved him back onto my bed and lay down with him. He was out of breath and sort of automatically resisted me until he realized I was just kissing him. “Bull shit!” I repeated and laughed again.
“You think?” he asked with his brow all furrowed. It's another one of his cute looks, like a puppy. I kissed him some more. Eventually he relaxed and kissed me back. “There's an hour until check out,” I told him. “You want to …” My hand was on his cock.
“No. Let's just go. I don't want to be in the same state as that creep.”
“Ok, I just need to collect my check from Lucas and I'm done here.”
“Good!” B. J. shook himself, still trying to clear the memories of his aggressive flight attendant. “He did turn the water off at least.”
I approached Lucas's office and was taken aback. I could only see the top half of the scene through the window between the office and the shop, but there was Lucas with his head thrown back, and his shirt pushed up, sitting on something, apparently getting a blow job. I could see a hand twisting one of his nipples, but that was all. I quickly turned away and went back into the pit area where one of the younger guys was working on Slick's engine. “'S up?” I asked him.
“Some strange kind of gummy stuff is pluggin' this injector.”
“Really?” I got closer to take a careful look.
“Yeah, stuff in gasoline is usually particulate, silicates and hard stuff; this is sticky. You'd think the gas would dissolve it. Congrats on yesterday's win by the way.”
“Thanks, uh ...” I didn't know his name.
“Troy,” he filled in. “I'm hoping I get a chance to drive some day.”
“Stick with it. Maybe you will.”
“You mind my askin' …? Did you have to do anything special for Slick to get the chance?” I knew exactly what he was asking.
“No, last season I drove one of the cars before a race, to check the suspension, and he won with it. He thinks I'm lucky and let me drive after that.”
“You are lucky, I guess.” He let that hang in the air.
“You know, you need to tell Ches about that gummy stuff. He'll be real pleased you found it.”
Todd came into the pit from the direction of the offices. “Is Lucas free now?” I asked, suspecting Todd had that answer.
“Lucas is blown to smithereens right about now. What do you need?” Todd was grinning ear to ear.
“My check. Then I'm going home.”
“He can manage that I expect. And how are you doing, Troy?” I could see Troy cringe as Todd approached him.
“Uh, I gotta go see Ches,” Troy called back to us as he practically ran from the engine stand.
“You were blowing Lucas? I thought he was straight.”
“He might be; but he's just about a virgin, lacks confidence with women, and is desperate for sex. My kind of man, in other words. I'm working on loosening him up. ”
“Why?”
“Cause I'm bored with Slick.” That comment raised a bunch of questions, but I didn't hang around to ask them.
Lucas was obviously flustered and not completely over whatever Todd had done to him, but he did find my check. It was for more than I expected. “Ches says it's traditional that the driver gets the entire prize from his first win.” Then out of the blue he added, “I'm going to Dollywood with Todd. See you in Talladega, Racer.”
The small office still contained the residual smell of sex and I was glad to leave. B. J. boosted my mood and made me laugh when I could hardly see him waiting for me in the truck. He was all hunched down in the seat with just a bit of his head showing. “You afraid your stalker is here at the track, Beej?”
“Don't mock, Racer. He was totally creepy.”
“Put some music on,” I told him. “It's six hundred fifty miles to Warrenton.” I patted his leg, fired up the truck, and we were off. I think I bored him to sleep telling him what had happened in Shelbyville. I didn't tell him about Todd or Adam, but stories about the track and driving I think put him to sleep. He tried to listen, but I could see him nodding and he didn't complain when I stopped talking. Almost two hours later we were just east of Knoxville when I saw a sign that caught my interest.
“B. J.?” I shook him and left my hand on his leg, because it felt warm and I enjoyed the contrast of the soft denim and the firm muscle underneath. “Beej?”
Mmffpt,” he said. “I'm awake. I'm awake.”
“Even been to Great Smoky National Park?”
“No.”
“It's right at this exit. Wanna take a look?”
Yes was the right answer. We paid a small fee and entered the park. B. J. checked out the trails on the map we got at the gate. The first few parking lots we passed were full of cars, but the crowd thinned as we got farther into the park.
“There's a lot with no cars at all,” I pointed out.
“Do it,” B.J. said and I wheeled to a halt.
We walked along a marked trail that worked its way up some unnamed mountain. A few hundred feet up we paused to take in the view, first of eastern Tennessee and then of each other. He's bigger than I am and he can always gather me into his arms easily and comfortably and this day was perfect and private. I loved his warmth and his smell. It was distinctively B. J. I hugged him back and relaxed in his hold. We sat on a rocky outcropping and enjoyed an unhurried make out session, some kisses and touches, a few words of love, mostly just the gentle comfort of shared closeness and love. The sudden loud shriek of a bird distracted me.
“You think it's an eagle?” I asked and B. J. shrugged. “I'm gonna look.” I walked over to where I could get a clear view and scanned the sky. I called back to him, “I don't see anything,” and looked some more without finding the source of the cry. I turned back to report my disappointment and saw B. J. pulling off his underwear. He turned to face me and leaned back against the rock on his elbows.
I swear the most beautiful man in the world stood naked before me in the dappled sunlight waiting for me. He cocked his head and smiled.
“You're so fuckin' gorgeous,” I told him. I put my hands on his biceps and kissed him. He reached out and held my face. We kissed for a while and then I slid down his body and kissed his cock. And then I licked it and took it into my mouth.
“You can fuck me,” he said matter-of-factly, as a kind of invitation.
“I know,” I answered. But at that moment I just wanted his cock. In my mouth. In my throat. In my hands. I felt him tremble and continued worshiping him with my mouth.
“Racer … baby ...” He lay back on the rock and strained to shove his rigid cock as far into me as he could. He shook repeatedly and flooded my mouth with his cum. I gulped what I could and felt more dribbling out onto his belly and my hands. He pulled me against him and I thought he'd never stop saying “I love you,” but eventually he did. We lay together in the soft light and I admired his body.
“Beej, are you in any hurry to get to Warrenton? We might could rent a cabin ...”
He giggled. “Might could … you sound like a fuckin' hillbilly!”
“I was just suggesting ...”
“Yes, we MIGHT COULD rent a cabin! I want to spend the rest of my life in a cabin with you. And fuck our brains out. And tell you I love you 'til you go deaf. And after that write you letters that say you're the most beautiful hillbilly boy I ever did see, Racer Tyree. And if that cabin has two beds we can burn one to stay warm because ...”
I shut him up with more kisses. We rented a cabin. And we fucked. And when that was done I told him how seeing him naked in the woods had taken my breath away. “You're so handsome, Beej.”
He smiled and said, “You're the only one who thinks so, Racer. That flight attendant said I looked like mean rough trade.”
“I don't know what that means.”
“Good. I'm not telling you, either. Even my mother joked when I was a baby about asking the hospital if they'd take me back I was so ugly. I'm in good shape, but I'm not great looking.”
“I think you are. I love looking at you.”
He took that to mean the it was his turn to fuck me, which it was, which I loved because he's good at it, which sounds a little stupid I know; but that's how I get after he fucks me.
B. J.' s text said he would arrive at my motel around ten in the morning. I waited for him eagerly; there was so much I wanted to tell him. Like winning the race yesterday! Slick pulled out with fouled injectors so I took my shot and it worked. Ok, it wasn't an important race and there were lots of novice drivers on the track, but still, a victory is a victory, except it wasn't a big purse.
I had my first encounter with a NASCAR groupie at the award ceremony. This big-busted blond gave me a trophy, kissed me, and whispered that a lot more was possible if I was interested. I told her we were racing in Talladega next in about three weeks. So who knows where that will lead?
Ten o'clock came and no B. J. I texted him but got no answer. Waiting was torture. Tolstoy said, “The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.” It was in one of his plays. I admit I haven't read it, but I like the idea. I paced the room and I sat and tried to read and I checked my phone and I pictured B. J. naked and I paced some more and I ached a little and finally I heard a vehicular door slam in the parking lot. I spotted an airport shuttle van driving away and waited for the knock.
“B. J.!” I tried to hug him before he even got in the room, but he shook me off. He glanced furtively around the passageway and parking lot and then hurried into the room. “What?” I asked and got a quick kiss before he peeked out the window.
“Flight attendant!” he said. “Really creepy!” he added after making sure no one was outside. “A stalker, I think,” he added, turning to me with a smile.
I sighed inwardly. He's so handsome. This time I got a much better kiss and a hug and a squeeze. His ass felt so …
“Whoa!” he sprang back. “I gotta tell you about this, Racer. So fuckin' spooky!” I watched and waited for him to speak. “Fuck!” he said again and paced the way I had been doing fifteen minutes earlier.
“The plane was a little late leaving so I drank a big coffee and had to piss before we landed. So, ok, I piss and go to wash my hands but the faucet sticks or something. I can't turn it off.” He took a breath. “So, I called the flight attendant and this guy says what and I say the faucet is stuck. And he looks at me hard and pushes me into the lav and comes in after me. See, I tell him, and we look at the running water. And it's really crowded in that tiny lav. Like God knows how people ever get into the mile-high club, there's just no room. So he looks at the running faucet and puts his arm around me so he can get closer and he grabs my ass. And I don't know what I did but he says have you ever been fucked? And he grabs my ass again! And then he looks up at the ceiling and says, oh, Mary, has this one ever been fucked! He's still grabbing my ass. And then he looks me right in the eye and says, you loved it, didn't you?”
“Did you get in a fight? What did you do? Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he continued to pace.
“I told him yes – about me loving it. Cause, well, it's true; I do love it when you fuck me and I'm not denying it any more after the mess that got me into at Thanksgiving.” He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Cause I love you, Racer.”
“B.J.! I know you love me! What about the flight attendant?” Sometimes he tells a terrible story.
“He says I knew it! and brags that he's a great fuck. And I say not interested and he says wait til you try it and I say hell no and he says I'm gonna find you and fuck you. And he's like totally EVIL saying this to me. And I start to go back to my seat and he says you better hide that! And my dick is hard and pointing out like a dowsing rod.”
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
“What's so funny? He meant it. Every word! He's out there lookin' for me.”
“Not evil, just bull shit, Beej. That's what your flight attendant is full of.” I shoved him back onto my bed and lay down with him. He was out of breath and sort of automatically resisted me until he realized I was just kissing him. “Bull shit!” I repeated and laughed again.
“You think?” he asked with his brow all furrowed. It's another one of his cute looks, like a puppy. I kissed him some more. Eventually he relaxed and kissed me back. “There's an hour until check out,” I told him. “You want to …” My hand was on his cock.
“No. Let's just go. I don't want to be in the same state as that creep.”
“Ok, I just need to collect my check from Lucas and I'm done here.”
“Good!” B. J. shook himself, still trying to clear the memories of his aggressive flight attendant. “He did turn the water off at least.”
I approached Lucas's office and was taken aback. I could only see the top half of the scene through the window between the office and the shop, but there was Lucas with his head thrown back, and his shirt pushed up, sitting on something, apparently getting a blow job. I could see a hand twisting one of his nipples, but that was all. I quickly turned away and went back into the pit area where one of the younger guys was working on Slick's engine. “'S up?” I asked him.
“Some strange kind of gummy stuff is pluggin' this injector.”
“Really?” I got closer to take a careful look.
“Yeah, stuff in gasoline is usually particulate, silicates and hard stuff; this is sticky. You'd think the gas would dissolve it. Congrats on yesterday's win by the way.”
“Thanks, uh ...” I didn't know his name.
“Troy,” he filled in. “I'm hoping I get a chance to drive some day.”
“Stick with it. Maybe you will.”
“You mind my askin' …? Did you have to do anything special for Slick to get the chance?” I knew exactly what he was asking.
“No, last season I drove one of the cars before a race, to check the suspension, and he won with it. He thinks I'm lucky and let me drive after that.”
“You are lucky, I guess.” He let that hang in the air.
“You know, you need to tell Ches about that gummy stuff. He'll be real pleased you found it.”
Todd came into the pit from the direction of the offices. “Is Lucas free now?” I asked, suspecting Todd had that answer.
“Lucas is blown to smithereens right about now. What do you need?” Todd was grinning ear to ear.
“My check. Then I'm going home.”
“He can manage that I expect. And how are you doing, Troy?” I could see Troy cringe as Todd approached him.
“Uh, I gotta go see Ches,” Troy called back to us as he practically ran from the engine stand.
“You were blowing Lucas? I thought he was straight.”
“He might be; but he's just about a virgin, lacks confidence with women, and is desperate for sex. My kind of man, in other words. I'm working on loosening him up. ”
“Why?”
“Cause I'm bored with Slick.” That comment raised a bunch of questions, but I didn't hang around to ask them.
Lucas was obviously flustered and not completely over whatever Todd had done to him, but he did find my check. It was for more than I expected. “Ches says it's traditional that the driver gets the entire prize from his first win.” Then out of the blue he added, “I'm going to Dollywood with Todd. See you in Talladega, Racer.”
The small office still contained the residual smell of sex and I was glad to leave. B. J. boosted my mood and made me laugh when I could hardly see him waiting for me in the truck. He was all hunched down in the seat with just a bit of his head showing. “You afraid your stalker is here at the track, Beej?”
“Don't mock, Racer. He was totally creepy.”
“Put some music on,” I told him. “It's six hundred fifty miles to Warrenton.” I patted his leg, fired up the truck, and we were off. I think I bored him to sleep telling him what had happened in Shelbyville. I didn't tell him about Todd or Adam, but stories about the track and driving I think put him to sleep. He tried to listen, but I could see him nodding and he didn't complain when I stopped talking. Almost two hours later we were just east of Knoxville when I saw a sign that caught my interest.
“B. J.?” I shook him and left my hand on his leg, because it felt warm and I enjoyed the contrast of the soft denim and the firm muscle underneath. “Beej?”
Mmffpt,” he said. “I'm awake. I'm awake.”
“Even been to Great Smoky National Park?”
“No.”
“It's right at this exit. Wanna take a look?”
Yes was the right answer. We paid a small fee and entered the park. B. J. checked out the trails on the map we got at the gate. The first few parking lots we passed were full of cars, but the crowd thinned as we got farther into the park.
“There's a lot with no cars at all,” I pointed out.
“Do it,” B.J. said and I wheeled to a halt.
We walked along a marked trail that worked its way up some unnamed mountain. A few hundred feet up we paused to take in the view, first of eastern Tennessee and then of each other. He's bigger than I am and he can always gather me into his arms easily and comfortably and this day was perfect and private. I loved his warmth and his smell. It was distinctively B. J. I hugged him back and relaxed in his hold. We sat on a rocky outcropping and enjoyed an unhurried make out session, some kisses and touches, a few words of love, mostly just the gentle comfort of shared closeness and love. The sudden loud shriek of a bird distracted me.
“You think it's an eagle?” I asked and B. J. shrugged. “I'm gonna look.” I walked over to where I could get a clear view and scanned the sky. I called back to him, “I don't see anything,” and looked some more without finding the source of the cry. I turned back to report my disappointment and saw B. J. pulling off his underwear. He turned to face me and leaned back against the rock on his elbows.
I swear the most beautiful man in the world stood naked before me in the dappled sunlight waiting for me. He cocked his head and smiled.
“You're so fuckin' gorgeous,” I told him. I put my hands on his biceps and kissed him. He reached out and held my face. We kissed for a while and then I slid down his body and kissed his cock. And then I licked it and took it into my mouth.
“You can fuck me,” he said matter-of-factly, as a kind of invitation.
“I know,” I answered. But at that moment I just wanted his cock. In my mouth. In my throat. In my hands. I felt him tremble and continued worshiping him with my mouth.
“Racer … baby ...” He lay back on the rock and strained to shove his rigid cock as far into me as he could. He shook repeatedly and flooded my mouth with his cum. I gulped what I could and felt more dribbling out onto his belly and my hands. He pulled me against him and I thought he'd never stop saying “I love you,” but eventually he did. We lay together in the soft light and I admired his body.
“Beej, are you in any hurry to get to Warrenton? We might could rent a cabin ...”
He giggled. “Might could … you sound like a fuckin' hillbilly!”
“I was just suggesting ...”
“Yes, we MIGHT COULD rent a cabin! I want to spend the rest of my life in a cabin with you. And fuck our brains out. And tell you I love you 'til you go deaf. And after that write you letters that say you're the most beautiful hillbilly boy I ever did see, Racer Tyree. And if that cabin has two beds we can burn one to stay warm because ...”
I shut him up with more kisses. We rented a cabin. And we fucked. And when that was done I told him how seeing him naked in the woods had taken my breath away. “You're so handsome, Beej.”
He smiled and said, “You're the only one who thinks so, Racer. That flight attendant said I looked like mean rough trade.”
“I don't know what that means.”
“Good. I'm not telling you, either. Even my mother joked when I was a baby about asking the hospital if they'd take me back I was so ugly. I'm in good shape, but I'm not great looking.”
“I think you are. I love looking at you.”
He took that to mean the it was his turn to fuck me, which it was, which I loved because he's good at it, which sounds a little stupid I know; but that's how I get after he fucks me.
Rory,
You always sneak in and post as I'm heading on up to bed - but I saw your post and enjoyed it oh so much.
Our boys, back together, in a cabin in the Smokey Mountains - after the glorious mountain top head.
Thank you, sir.
You always sneak in and post as I'm heading on up to bed - but I saw your post and enjoyed it oh so much.
Our boys, back together, in a cabin in the Smokey Mountains - after the glorious mountain top head.
Thank you, sir.
