A Real Finish

All eyes were on us.
Saturday night at the local race racetrack in southern Kentucky was always a fun one. Food, alcoholic drink, and topical anaesthetic racing car trying to ready a epithet for themselves in hopes that one day maybe they'll get a big happy chance and crack a deal with a bigger squad and shit it to the big level of NASCAR.
I myself, am just your norm 16 year old. I get high-pitched grade in school day, I hang out with friends, but on the weekends, I pack up my Pro National breed car and pass out from my home in Missouri. With the assistance of my Dad and his admirer, I slipstream all over the abstruse south just trying to sustain fun, but also hold out hopes that one day I will reach the big prison term.
People never understood my passionateness for auto racing, standing over 6 feet marvelous and weighing about 175 lb, people always thought I'd take up baseball or football. Those are great, but the phone of an untamed beast wakening and rattling around a high banked caterpillar tread at 160 international nautical mile an hour really seems better, right ?
I'm an earnest and small kid, I never get in trouble and never brag about the things in life-time that I have. I'll admit, my Dad has money, I mean…this car didn't buy itself. But, I'm blessed to have a supportive family like mine.
Along the way, you meet other competitors that have the Saami flame in your heart as you.
George Lucas Thrasher was the backbreaking racing 14 twelvemonth old you'd ever meet, standing at just 5'6 and 130 hammering, Gospel According to Luke would do anything to win and he made sure you knew that. At the end of the race, his car was always the most damage, but a good 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 fuzz out of his limit face.
"Not so bad Luke,"extending my arm out to shake his manus,"ready to kick 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 cars was given, and in a couple minutes our locomotive engine revved to sprightliness. I started 4th and Luke started 8th out of 17 railroad car. This was a 50 lap race and it was the final of the Nox, $ 10,000 dollars was on the air.
approaching to get the flag, my heart was pounding, but I was sure-footed I was the car to win.
My car was lightning fast, I quickly jumped out to the lead on by the fifth lap and extend all the way until lap 45, that's when the caution came out for a wreck.
After cleanup 3 lap dash to the end was needed to go under the winner, and in 2nd shoes, right on my bumper, would be Saint Luke Thrasher.
Green iris dropped and Luke was going for it all, he couldn't quite get me until the final lap.
Gospel According to Luke drove up on the outside of me, rubbing and exchanging key all the way down the frontstrech to turn one, where he gained a short reward and took his one chance to beat back right over my hood, cutting me off, and forcing me to nearly wreck.
The checkered flag waved, the devotee cheered, and St. Luke thrasher was your winner, with me finishing in second base.
I was heartbroken…but Luke drove his meat 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 succeeding clip"but I immediately tuned them out, I had to plume Luke on the win.
I walked into Victory Lane with a Coke shook up in my hand, and while he was doing interview with the local TV affiliate, I unleashed the carbonation all over him rubbing his psyche. I was well-chosen for him, because he was the best racer out there, and if I were to misplace, I wanted it to be to the best.
He gave me a bright, toothy smile and hugged me.
"Thanks for bein a dependable sport, Chris,"Luke said to me.
"Hey, no problem man, you deserve it."
"Hey Chris, I have an RV that has an surplus bunk in it, wan na picket footage of the race and I'll drop you off at home plate in a couple days after you check out my new station in Georgia ?"
"You think your parents would do that for me Gospel of Luke ?"
"Absolutely, they like you plenty. Go talk to your parents and I'll meet you in the parking lot in an minute,"Luke told me.
I agreed and went to chase down my parents, I explained the berth of wanting to be capable to larn from my competitor and they agreed to beat back me back plate. My parents smiled and told me that was fine. I helped load the car back into the house trailer and hook it up to the back of the truck and I told them I'd have my telephone set on me and that I'd call when I was nearing dwelling house.
After that, I decided to guide 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 when I needed to.
I took a shower and I changed into the boxershorts and tee I brought with me. He was uploading the raceway onto his estimator so we could see and take notes.
"Hey Chris, man, you're a hell of a racing car, 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 toilsome race driver I know, you're a rush ass driver out there, you're untried than me but my mentor on track."
"And you're my mentor off path !"Gospel According to Luke interjected.
"Well I guess our friendship works out well right ?"I asked.
Luke smiled and the telecasting was done processing so we could watch it, Saint Luke's RV was really easy, the plump for suite had a full sized bed and up front there was a small kitchen area for a java Almighty and swallow hole with two burners and a cubicle where we had the laptop ready to watch the subspecies.
We made a lot of Federal Reserve note in the minute we watched the race and we talked about frame-up's for succeeding clock time, then we decided to head back to his bed where it was closed off by a door.
We sat on opposite face of the bed and he told me a lot to a greater extent about himself, since this was the first of all time off track we had really hung out. He told me about his new home in Georgia with a pool and hoops court and his schoolhouse where he had girls all over him.
Personally I had my full portion of young lady come talk of the town to me, but I was so focused on other thing I never bothered to be in a relationship…but for some cause, I was always smiling and comfortable on and now off the racecourse with Luke…did…I…have more than feeling for him ?
Luke cut off my inner thoughts by saying,"Honestly, young woman seem to really like me, but I don't know…I've never met a lady friend I really liked more than a friend."
I nodded and said,"well, you're untested, it'll come to you as you get older I'm sure."
Luke nodded and asked,"Have you ever done anything with a miss ?"
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.
Luke leaned over and whispered,"I've jacked off before, and that felt really good."
I chuckled and agreed,"It's near than winning ?"I asked.
He contemplated and replied"Winning's a close first,"with a smile.
And this degree we were still close from when he leaned over to whisper. I looked into his chocolate brown eye and he looked into my soft green eyes. His face was still boylike, with his dark hair unstyled and his freckled sporadically placed on his thin, defined aspect. While I had started growing a beard on my face of my typeface and had combed hair over to the slope, with just the veracious amount of babyfat still left on me.
He smiled and slowly backed away, he quickly shivered from the cold air coming from the AC, he leaned into me and I grabbed him as he said"I think you'll service as a OK blanket."
We talked for a hours, about our past and our futures. We had the like set of morals and we both wanted to be professional automobile driver when we grew up.
After a few minutes of silence, Luke poked his head up from my arm and got on top of me.
"You know, they say that I'm the best 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 wide-cut force and pinned me down, both of us laughing. He rolled off me and we were laying right next to each other.
"You know St. Luke, I think we should do this more often."
"I think I should have done this a foresighted clip ago."
And with that, Saint Luke turned his question and planted his lips right onto mine. He gave me a warm, embracive hug and kept kissing me. I returned the candy kiss and truly felt the warmth between us growing.
That wasn't the lone thing growing, during our kisses, I grow a strong hard on and it got worse with each passionate kiss we shared.
"deprivation me to fix that for you, Chris ?"he asked pointing to my hard on.
I nodded and he got rid of my shirt and gasp revealing my 6 inch hard on that sprang exempt. I then put him on his back and took off his clothes revealing a 4 column inch hard on, a very o.k. one for a boy his age.
He took my dick and began slowly kissing the bottom, working his way up to the tip before finally my whole cock in his mouth. He began sucking hard as I played with his hair and moving his head up and down on my throbbing putz.
The joy was indescribable, and he knew that soon I would cum.
"Chris, please, get laid me, be inside me."
I moaned slightly and nodded. I lifted him onto his stifle and I spread his tanned, boyish impudence apart and began violently kissing and pleasuring his hole.
Luke moaned my name and after a few minutes I lined up my gumshoe and pushed in slowly, before fully thrusting my dick into him and gaining a calendar method of birth control that matched his torso coming towards me and my physical structure thrusting into his.
"Aw Chris, fuck me, usher me how goon of a competitor you are ! Fuck !"he whispered loudly.
I thrusted in harder and began shorter and quicker pump into his ass until I finally said,"aw Gospel According to Luke I'm gon na cum."
Luke than took my stopcock and began sucking violently, slobbering all over and sucking strongly until I came into his backtalk. Each orgasm sent Wave of pleasure and shock down my vertebral column while he gulped my seed up.
I fell on top of him and began kissing him deeply and passionately before reaching my bridge player down to his dick and stroking his member severe and profligate.
I swung my body around to be in a 69 positioning and began sucking his dick just like he did, while he began making out with my fix as I did. Then I laid on my back as he directed his boner into my ready virgin hole.
He began slow and steady, than became degenerate, hard, and spastic with his thrust into me. I moaned his name as he picked my legs up and pumped faster in and out.
"Yes St. Luke, please keep it up, just like that, have it off you're too good. Luke !"
As soon as he heard his figure the second meter he thrust in and came deep into my gut while his eyes fluttered in virgin ecstasy.
He fell on top of me and we had a few quick candy kiss while cleaning each other up.
"Chris…I love you. As a number one wood, rival,"I cut him off.
"St. Luke, I love you too. You're the best."
"Chris, please, be my boyfriend, I love you."
"I'd like null more than that, you tough son of a bitch."
He chuckled at that at we closed our eyes together and fell asleep under the binding, as competition, teenager, and new lovers .