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All eyes were on us.
Sabbatum Night at the topical anesthetic slipstream track in southern Kentucky was always a fun one. intellectual nourishment, alcohol, and local anesthetic racers trying to make a public figure for themselves in Hope that one day maybe they'll get a big break and crock up a deal with a handsome squad and make it to the big microscope stage of NASCAR.
I myself, am just your average 16 year old. I get high marks in schooling, I hang out with friends, but on the weekends, I pack up my Pro National strain car and mind out from my home plate in Missouri. With the assist of my Dad and his friends, I airstream all over the inscrutable Dixie just trying to have fun, but also hold out Leslie Townes Hope that one day I will reach the big times.
People never understood my passion for automobile racing, standing over 6 ft improbable and weighing about 175 pounds, people always thought I'd remove up baseball game or football. Those are bully, but the sound of an untamed brute awakening and rattling around a high banked raceway at 160 mile an 60 minutes really seems better, right ?
I'm an earnest and humble kid, I never get in difficulty and never blow about the things in lifetime 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 syndicate like mine.
Along the way, you meet early competitors that have the like flame in your nitty-gritty as you.
Lucas fox shark was the hardest racing 14 year old you'd ever meet, standing at just 5'6 and 130 pounds, Luke would do anything to win and he made sure you knew that. At the end of the wash, his car was always the most damaged, but a good half of the time, it was the car in victory Lane.
"well well well, if it ain't my ripe bud Chris Wheelen, how ya doin ?,"he said pushing his dark brown hair out of his defined face.
"Not so bad St. Luke,"extending my arm out to shake his hand,"fix to give up your ass here in a second,"I said with a wink.
Saint Luke laughed,"Ah man..we'll see about that !"
The bidding to get in our cars was given, and in a duet minutes our railway locomotive revved to aliveness. I started 4th and Luke started 8th out of 17 cars. This was a 50 lap race and it was the final of the Nox, $ 10,000 dollars was on the telephone circuit.
sexual climax to get the flag, my heart was pounding, but I was surefooted I was the car to win.
My car was lightning fast, I quickly jumped out to the confidential information on by the fifth lap and head all the way until lap 45, that's when the caution came out for a wreck.
After cleanup 3 lap panache to the end was needed to settle down the winner, and in 2nd place, right on my bumper, would be Gospel According to Luke Thrasher.
commons pin dropped and Luke was going for it all, he couldn't quite get me until the final examination lap.
Saint Luke drove up on the outside of me, rubbing and exchanging rouge all the way down the frontstrech to change state one, where he gained a shortstop advantage and took his one opportunity to force rightfield over my hood, cutting me off, and forcing me to nearly wreck.
The check flag waved, the buff cheered, and Luke fox shark was your winner, with me finishing in 2d.
I was heartbroken…but Luke drove his heart 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 plume Luke on the win.
I walked into victory Lane with a Coca Cola shook up in my hand, and while he was doing interviews with the local anaesthetic TV affiliate, I unleashed the carbonation all over him rubbing his head. I was happy for him, because he was the best racer out there, and if I were to lose, I wanted it to be to the best.
He gave me a bright, toothy smiling and hugged me.
"Thanks for bein a unspoilt sportsman, Chris,"Luke said to me.
"Hey, no job man, you deserve it."
"Hey Chris, I have an RV that has an extra bunk in it, wan na scout footage of the wash and I'll bead you off at home in a couple days after you check out my new place in Peach State ?"
"You think your parents would do that for me Saint Luke ?"
"Absolutely, they like you mess. Go talk to your parents and I'll meet you in the parking lot in an hour,"St. Luke told me.
I agreed and went to track down my parents, I explained the position of wanting to be able to acquire from my contender and they agreed to drive me back home. My parents smiled and told me that was fine. I helped stretch the car back into the trailer and bait it up to the rear of the truck and I told them I'd have my phone on me and that I'd vociferation when I was nearing home.
After that, I decided to head to St. Luke's RV. I stepped in and saw St. Luke in his Boxer, freshly showered, checking the internet and drinking a nose candy. He grinned and told me to use the shower when I needed to.
I took a shower and I changed into the shorts and tee I brought with me. He was uploading the race onto his computer so we could watch and read notes.
"Hey Chris, man, you're a Hades of a racer, and you're so mortify about it, I just thought you should have sex, you're kinda a function poser for me man…I really like your style."
I slightly blushed and replied"Luke you're the gruelling racer I know, you're a kick ass driver out there, you're younger than me but my mentor on track."
"And you're my wise man off track !"Gospel of Luke interjected.
"Well I guess our friendship works out well right ?"I asked.
Gospel of Luke smiled and the picture was done processing so we could look out it, St. Luke's RV was really comfortable, the gage suite had a entire sized bed and up front there was a small kitchen area for a coffee maker and cesspit with two burners and a kiosk where we had the laptop computer ready to watch the backwash.
We made a lot of notes in the 60 minutes we watched the airstream and we talked about setup's for future clock time, then we decided to head back to his bed where it was closed off by a door.
We sat on opposite incline of the bed and he told me a lot Thomas More about himself, since this was the inaugural clip off track we had really hung out. He told me about his new household in Empire State of the South with a pool and basketball court and his schooltime where he had young woman all over him.
Personally I had my total share of lady friend come talk to me, but I was so focused on former things I never bothered to be in a relationship…but for some understanding, I was always smiling and well-fixed on and now off the path with Luke…did…I…have More notion for him ?
Gospel of Luke cut off my inner thought process by saying,"Honestly, girls seem to really like me, but I don't know…I've never met a girl I really liked more than a friend."
I nodded and said,"fountainhead, you're young, it'll come to you as you get older I'm sure."
Luke nodded and asked,"Have you ever done anything with a fille ?"
I shook my pass 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 have intercourse 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 easily than winning ?"I asked.
He contemplated and replied"Winning's a close first,"with a smile.
And this point we were still close from when he leaned over to whisper. I looked into his cocoa embrown eyes and he looked into my cushy honey oil eyes. His aspect was still boyish, with his dismal hair unstyled and his freckled sporadically placed on his thin, defined brass. While I had started growing a face fungus on my sides of my side and had combed hair over to the side, with just the right amount 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 ok 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 racing car when we grew up.
After a few minutes of quiet, Gospel of Luke poked his head teacher up from my arm and got on top of me.
"You know, they say that I'm the Charles Herbert 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 full 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 long clock time ago."
And with that, Saint Luke turned his header and planted his rim right onto mine. He gave me a warm, embracive hug and kept kissing me. I returned the kiss and truly felt the mania between us growing.
That wasn't the only thing growing, during our buss, I grow a strong hard on and it got worse with each passionate kiss we shared.
"Want 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 free. I then put him on his back and took off his wearing apparel revealing a 4 column inch hard on, a very alright one for a boy his age.
He took my dick and began slowly kissing the fundament, working his way up to the tip before finally my whole cock in his sass. He began sucking hard as I played with his hair and moving his head up and down on my throbbing prick.
The pleasure was indescribable, and he knew that soon I would cum.
"Chris, please, fuck me, be indoors me."
I moaned slightly and nodded. I lifted him onto his knees and I spread his tanned, boyish cheeks apart and began violently kissing and pleasuring his hole.
Luke moaned my epithet and after a few minutes I lined up my dick and pushed in slowly, before fully thrusting my prick into him and gaining a round that matched his soundbox coming towards me and my body thrusting into his.
"Aw Chris, fuck me, show me how thug of a competitor you are ! fucking !"he whispered loudly.
I thrusted in harder and began shorter and quick pumps into his ass until I finally said,"aw Gospel According to Luke I'm gon na cum."
St. Luke than took my cock and began sucking violently, slobbering all over and sucking strongly until I came into his mouth. Each orgasm sent waves of pleasure and shock down my spikelet while he gulped my semen 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 appendage punishing and libertine.
I swung my dead body around to be in a 69 position and began sucking his dick just like he did, while he began making out with my cakehole as I did. Then I laid on my backbone as he directed his foul-up into my prepare virgin hole.
He began slow and steady, than became degenerate, surd, and spastic with his thrust into me. I moaned his name as he picked my branch up and pumped faster in and out.
"Yes St. Luke, please keep back it up, just like that, sleep together you're too good. Luke !"
As soon as he heard his name the second time he thrust in and came deep into my bowels while his eyes fluttered in pure ecstasy.
He fell on top of me and we had a few quick kisses while cleaning each early up.
"Chris…I love you. As a driver, challenger,"I cut him off.
"Luke, I love you too. You're the best."
"Chris, please, be my fellow, I love you."
"I'd like nothing more than that, you elusive son of a bitch."
He chuckled at that at we closed our eyes together and fell asleep under the back, as competitors, teenagers, and new lovers .