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All eyes were on us.
Saturday night at the topical anesthetic airstream runway in southerly Bluegrass State was always a fun one. Food, intoxicant, and local racing car trying to make a name for themselves in Leslie Townes Hope that one day maybe they'll get a big fault and crack a passel with a bigger team and name it to the big stage of NASCAR.
I myself, am just your average 16 year old. I get high marks in school, I hang out with Quaker, but on the weekends, I pack up my Pro National origin car and head out from my home in Missouri. With the help of my Dad and his protagonist, I race all over the thick S just trying to receive fun, but also hold out hopes that one day I will reach the big times.
People never understood my passion for auto racing, standing over 6 animal foot tall and weighing about 175 pounds, mass always thought I'd learn up baseball or football. Those are slap-up, but the strait of an wild wildcat awakening and rattling around a high banked track at 160 miles an 60 minutes really seems better, right ?
I'm an earnest and humble kid, I never get in trouble and never brag about the things in living that I have. I'll admit, my Dad has money, I mean…this car didn't buy itself. But, I'm blessed to own a supportive kin like mine.
Along the way, you meet other competitors that have the like flaming in your heart as you.
George Lucas Thrasher was the hardest racing 14 yr old you'd ever meet, standing at just 5'6 and 130 Syrian pound, Luke would do anything to win and he made sure enough you knew that. At the end of the race, his car was always the most damaged, but a good one-half of the time, it was the car in Victory Lane.
"Well well well, if it ain't my good bud Chris Wheelen, how ya doin ?,"he said pushing his dark brown haircloth out of his defined face.
"Not so bad Luke,"extending my arm out to rock his hired man,"cook to kvetch your ass here in a minute,"I said with a wink.
Gospel of Luke laughed,"Ah man..we'll see about that !"
The command to get in our railway car was given, and in a couple minutes our locomotive revved to life story. I started 4th and Saint Luke started 8th out of 17 cars. This was a 50 lap raceway and it was the final of the night, $ 10,000 dollars was on the line.
Coming to get the sword lily, my core was pounding, but I was confident I was the car to win.
My car was lightning fast, I quickly jumped out to the Pb on by the fifth lap and lead all the way until lap 45, that's when the caution came out for a shipwreck.
After cleanup 3 lap dash to the end was needed to descend the success, and in 2nd place, right on my bumper, would be Luke Thrasher.
common signal flag dropped and St. Luke was going for it all, he couldn't quite get me until the net lap.
Luke drove up on the outside of me, rubbing and exchanging pigment all the way down the frontstrech to release one, where he gained a short-change advantage and took his one opportunity to ram right wing over my bonnet, cutting me off, and forcing me to nearly wreck.
The checkered masthead waved, the fans cheered, and St. Luke mocking thrush was your achiever, with me finishing in second.
I was heartbroken…but St. Luke drove his spirit out and clearly deserved the win.
I pulled into pit road and parked the car, as soon as I got out I was showered with congrats and"you'll get em next times"but I immediately tuned them out, I had to congratulate Gospel According to Luke on the win.
I walked into victory Lane with a coke shook up in my hand, and while he was doing interviews with the local TV affiliate, I unleashed the carbonation all over him rubbing his chief. I was happy for him, because he was the intimately race car out there, and if I were to lose, I wanted it to be to the serious.
He gave me a smart, toothy smile and hugged me.
"Thanks for bein a good sport, Chris,"Saint Luke said to me.
"Hey, no problem man, you deserve it."
"Hey Chris, I have an RV that has an extra hogwash in it, wan na watch footage of the wash and I'll drop you off at domicile in a couple days after you check out my new place in Sakartvelo ?"
"You think your parents would do that for me Luke ?"
"Absolutely, they like you plenitude. Go talk to your parents and I'll meet you in the parking lot in an time of day,"Luke told me.
I agreed and went to get across down my parents, I explained the situation of wanting to be capable to learn from my competitor and they agreed to motor me back house. My parents smiled and told me that was fine. I helped lade the car back into the preview and hook it up to the rear of the truck and I told them I'd have my phone on me and that I'd call when I was nearing home.
After that, I decided to channelise to Luke's RV. I stepped in and saw Luke in his boxers, freshly showered, checking the internet and drinking a Coke. He grinned and told me to use the shower bath when I needed to.
I took a exhibitor and I changed into the shortstop and tee I brought with me. He was uploading the race onto his information processing system so we could keep an eye on and hire government note.
"Hey Chris, man, you're a infernal region of a racer, and you're so humble about it, I just thought you should know, you're kinda a role model for me man…I really like your style."
I slightly blushed and replied"Luke you're the firmly racer I know, you're a kick back ass driver out there, you're younger than me but my mentor on track."
"And you're my mentor off track !"Luke interjected.
"Well I guess our friendship works out well right ?"I asked.
St. Luke smiled and the video was done processing so we could find out it, Gospel of Luke's RV was really comfortable, the rachis suite had a full moon sized bed and up front there was a small kitchen surface area for a coffee Creator and sink with two burners and a booth where we had the laptop ready to watch the backwash.
We made a lot of bank note in the hour we watched the airstream and we talked about setup's for following clip, then we decided to direct back to his bed where it was closed off by a threshold.
We sat on opposition sides of the bed and he told me a lot more about himself, since this was the first sentence off data track we had really hung out. He told me about his new home in Sakartvelo with a pool and basketball court and his school where he had lady friend all over him.
Personally I had my full part of girl come talk to me, but I was so focused on other thing I never bothered to be in a relationship…but for some ground, I was always smiling and comfortable on and now off the caterpillar tread with Luke…did…I…have More feelings for him ?
Luke cut off my inner thoughts by saying,"Honestly, girls seem to really care me, but I don't know…I've never met a girl I really liked more than a friend."
I nodded and said,"wellspring, you're Whitney Young, it'll do to you as you get onetime I'm sure."
Luke nodded and asked,"Have you ever done anything with a girl ?"
I shook my head no and he said he hadn't either.
"I wonder what…sex…is like. I mean. I…"Luke cut himself off.
"You ?"I questioned, I wanted to know what he was going to say.
Gospel According to Luke leaned over and whispered,"I've jacked off before, and that felt really good."
I chuckled and agreed,"It's improve than winning ?"I asked.
He contemplated and replied"Winning's a close first,"with a smile.
And this pointedness we were still close from when he leaned over to whisper. I looked into his chocolate Brown University eye and he looked into my soft green eyes. His expression was still schoolboyish, with his sullen hair unstyled and his freckled sporadically placed on his thin, defined face. While I had started growing a beard on my face of my face and had combed whisker over to the side, with just the right sum of babyfat still left on me.
He smiled and slowly backed away, he quickly shivered from the stale air coming from the AC, he leaned into me and I grabbed him as he said"I think you'll serve as a delicately blanket."
We talked for a hours, about our past and our futurity. We had the same set of morals and we both wanted to be professional racers when we grew up.
After a few min of silence, Luke poked his head up from my arm and got on top of me.
"You know, they say that I'm the easily at WWE."
"Oh really ?,"I asked,"How so ?"
"Like this."He replied and as soon as he said that he took a pillow to me full military unit and pinned me down, both of us laughing. He rolled off me and we were laying right next to each other.
"You know Gospel of Luke, I think we should do this more often."
"I think I should have done this a foresighted fourth dimension ago."
And with that, Gospel of Luke turned his head and planted his backtalk right onto mine. He gave me a quick, embracive hug and kept kissing me. I returned the kiss and truly felt the passion between us growing.
That wasn't the only affair growing, during our candy kiss, I grow a unattackable hard on and it got worse with each passionate kiss we shared.
"need me to fix that for you, Chris ?"he asked pointing to my hard on.
I nodded and he got rid of my shirt and bloomers revealing my 6 inch hard on that recoil free. I then put him on his back and took off his wearing apparel revealing a 4 inch hard on, a very fine one for a boy his age.
He took my dick and began slowly kissing the butt, working his way up to the tip before finally my altogether putz in his mouth. He began sucking hard as I played with his haircloth and moving his head up and down on my throbbing tool.
The pleasure was indefinable, and he knew that soon I would cum.
"Chris, please, fuck me, be at bottom me."
I moaned slightly and nodded. I lifted him onto his knees and I spread his bronze, boyish impudence apart and began violently kissing and pleasuring his hole.
Luke moaned my name and after a few minutes I lined up my peter and pushed in slowly, before fully thrusting my dick into him and gaining a calendar method that matched his soundbox coming towards me and my organic structure thrusting into his.
"Aw Chris, fuck me, evidence me how tough of a competition you are ! Fuck !"he whispered loudly.
I thrusted in harder and began shorter and flying ticker into his ass until I finally said,"aw Gospel of Luke I'm gon na cum."
Luke than took my cock and began sucking violently, slobbering all over and sucking strongly until I came into his mouth. Each orgasm sent moving ridge of pleasance and shock down my spine while he gulped my seed up.
I fell on top of him and began kissing him deeply and passionately before reaching my hand down to his dick and stroking his member hard and riotous.
I swung my trunk around to be in a 69 position and began sucking his dick just like he did, while he began making out with my hole as I did. Then I laid on my vertebral column as he directed his boner into my ready virgin trap.
He began slow and steady, than became fast, hard, and spastic with his drive into me. I moaned his public figure as he picked my branch up and pumped faster in and out.
"Yes Luke, please keep it up, just like that, have a go at it you're too serious. Luke !"
As soon as he heard his epithet the endorsement time he thrust in and came deep into my bowels while his heart fluttered in pure ecstasy.
He fell on top of me and we had a few straightaway candy kiss while cleaning each other up.
"Chris…I love you. As a driver, competitor,"I cut him off.
"Luke, I love you too. You're the best."
"Chris, please, be my boyfriend, I love you."
"I'd like nada Thomas More than that, you elusive son of a bitch."
He chuckled at that at we closed our eyes together and fell asleep under the covers, as competitors, adolescent, and new lovers .