View my Guestbook“Please tell me you aren’t walking back through the garage like that!” groaned Jeff Hammond after the Halloween edition of SpeedChannel’s “Trackside” wrapped up. The entire cast was dressed in their collective costumed finery and the assembled crowd loved every minute of it. Hammond himself was dressed as a gladiator-very fitting for the veteran crew chief. Off to the side, Michael reclined seductively in what could at best be described was as a police woman’s uniform-complete with a platinum blonde wig, shades and hat. He stretched and flexed a rather shapely leg as he adjusted the garter that held up a delightfully tacky fish-net stocking. Hammond idly wondered where on Earth he managed to find a pair of size 15 stilettos but instantly chased that thought out of his head as some things were probably best left unknown.
Shaking his head as he removed his ancient Roman headgear, Hammond remarked as he rolled his eyes heavenward, “Man..if your brother could see you now...!”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t phase him a bit!” Larry McReynolds chuckled, “Hot date, Mikey? Uhm...you ARE wearing panties under that skirt, aren‘t you?”
Michael smirked, “Hmmm.....wouldn’t you just love to know!” Reaching out and plucking the pink feather that jutted out of Larry’s turban, he whispered as he brushed it against his ear, “Ever have yer ass tickled with a feather?”
Kevin Harvick, who had also been a guest on the show, shook his head, “Oh man! I did NOT need that image in my head! I’m outta here!”
Dumbfounded as he knew he should never, ever let a Waltrip get the upperhand, Larry sighed, “That sounds like a very good plan....good night!” They watched as Michael sauntered off towards the garages, strangely graceful in those heels; the feather tucked jauntily in his hat.
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It was a warm night in the Arizona desert. A perfect weekend for the races at the Phoenix track. High spirits abounded as costumed children of the drivers darted amongst the many coaches that were congregated outside of the garage compound. Junior had a good feeling about the DEI teams this weekend as he tossed a handful of candy in the bag of the last trick or treater.
He had just settled back on the couch and was about to enjoy a peaceful evening catching up on a few movies and a couple of beers. A fierce pounding on the door sent those plans awry as he jolted out of his comfortable repose. Stalking to the door and hollering, “Hold on...I’m coming!” he opened the door and peeked outside, “Awright...very funny.” Nobody there...must’ve been Matt or Kevin up to his usual tricks. He was about to pull back into the comfort of the coach when he heard a low, husky whisper.
“Did I hear you were coming? And you didn’t invite me?”
Junior peered into the darkness, noticing the tall figure reclining against the side of the coach. A wide, wolfish grin spread across his face as he recognized the source of the voice.
“Well I’ll be damned!” he chuckled, “C’mere an’ let me get a look at ya! Goddamn, Michael...” He let out slow, ragged breath as Michael slowly stepped into his coach; quietly locking the door behind him. It had been awhile since they had spent any “quality time” together. With all eyes on Junior as he chased the Cup title, they both knew it was simply too risky to pursue their usual rendezvous. Junior didn’t take his eyes off Michael as he dimmed the lights and turned up the stereo. Michael removed his police hat and gave Junior a sly, seductive glance over his shoulder as he bent to remove his shoes.
“Can I get you something to drink?..I’ve got some really good Merlot...I know you love that stuff. Been saving it just for you..” Junior whispered as he pressed himself against Michael‘s back; burying his face against his neck. Normally, Michael was the dominant one in their relationship but when he let his submissive side show, Junior knew he was in for a treat. Michael leaned against Junior’s embrace, totally surrendering with a sigh as Junior wrapped his arms around Michael’s chest; gently tracing his tongue along his ear.
Michael turned to face Junior, pulling him close and wrapping one long leg around him, “God..I’ve missed this...” Junior was already unbuttoning his costume and slipping it slowly over his shoulders while he lightly nibbled and kissed his way down Michael’s throat. Michael finally tossed the wig over on the couch and ran a hand through his thick hair. Junior looked up and smiled, “I like you much better as a brunette...blonde ain’t your color, baby.” He returned to ravishing Michael’s body, drifting lower. His mouth seized one of Michael’s dark, erect nipples and a shudder rippled through his lean, muscular form as Junior sucked one, then the other. Junior’s hand drifted down Michael’s groin to the silk thong that he sported. Junior grinned as his hand caressed the soft material that was already overflowing with Michael’s throbbing cock.
“Mmmm...that’s hot...” he breathed as he continued to kiss his way down Michael’s ripped abs. He cast a glance in the mirrored wall; admiring the rear-view image of Michael’s taut, sinewy body. Junior loved the way his lover looked; everything from the way his smooth, sun-bronzed skin felt beneath his fingertips to his luminous, azure blue eyes. Grasping the narrow band of the thong and gradually kneeling before him, he slowly pulled the material down Michael’s flank along with the stockings, savoring the very scent of him. He let his tongue caress those mile-long legs...God, how he loved Michael’s legs...
...Which were now trembling slightly. Michael whispered, “I gotta lay down before I fall down...Jesus...you’re driving me crazy!” Junior rose and pulled him down the hall to the bedroom where he eased Michael down on the bed. Michael lay back with a soft moan as Junior covered his body with his own, his mouth covering Michael’s as his tongue plunged between Michael’s full lips. Michael reached up, trying to remove Junior from the fetters of his clothing but the younger man grinned and wagged his finger. “Uh uh....not till I have you beggin’ fer mercy. You’re gonna cum before you even see my dick...Gonna make you beg, baby..”
“At this rate, that gonna be sooner than you think...” Michael gasped as Junior drifted slowly to his crotch again. Michael’s hips bucked as he felt the gentle caress of Junior’s fingertips on his aching balls.
“What do you want...hmmmm? C’mon Michael...” Junior’s ice-blue eyes gazed into Michael’s as he gave him a gentle squeeze. “We don’t keep secrets from each other.....tell me what you want.” He blew his warm breath against Michael’s engorged manhood once more and Michael moaned loudly, “ogod....please take me....now....ogod...fuck me baby”
Slowly, Junior trailed his tongue down the throbbing shaft and began roughly licking Michael’s balls, delighting in teasing him further; paying particular attention to that ever-sensitive spot at the base of his dick. He could sense how close Michael was as his lover’s breath became short, labored panting. Gently but firmly, he kneaded the soft skin on Michael’s well-muscled ass; slowly easing his cheeks apart to slid one finger into him.
“Damn...stop teasing me! You’re killin’ me!” Michael screamed. Shaking and drenched in sweat, he frantically grabbed Junior’s head.
“Hey...take it easy! You’re being naughty....” Junior rose abruptly and Michael sat up, now confused on top of being frustrated.
“Don’t stop...please...” he began. “Please Dale...I need you...”
“Lay down and give me your hand.” Junior began as he clamped a handcuff on Michael’s wrist and attached the other end to the brass headboard. “C’mon..give me your other one...” After he was finished, he tenderly kissed Michael’s lips. “I told you I was gonna make you beg for it..... It’s been awhile, baby and I wanna enjoy this!” Wordlessly, Michael nodded.
“I still love you, ya know...“Junior kissed him again and slowly continued to drift butterfly-soft kisses all the way down Michael’s writhing body. Junior’s own erection was straining against the confines of his Levis and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. He let his tongue swirl around the already dripping tip of Michael’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. Finally, he slowly sucked as much of the thick cock as he could down his throat; bobbing his head down while Michael began to thrust his pelvis upward.
“I’m so close...so goddamn close....don’t stop...” he panted.
Junior looked up and grinned slyly as he pulled away. “You are being so bad....so very, very bad.” He slowly rose and began to pull his clothes off; his eyes never leaving Michael’s prone figure. Michael gazed up at him; his eyes raking over Junior’s wiry body. His breathing now steadied as he knew it wouldn’t be long now; his release and ecstasy only a heartbeat away. They continued to quietly gaze into each other’s eyes as Junior slowly rubbed a sweet lubricating oil over his pulsing cock. He bent low to place a soft kiss on Michael’s forehead as he released the cuffs. He wanted to feel those long arms around him now as he lay across Michael’s body. Michael reached for one of the small bed cushions and slid it beneath him. He uttered a loud gasp as Junior plunged his fingers deep inside him once again. At last, Junior’s cock pushed into him; the agony blessedly brief as it gave way to waves of incredible pleasure.
Moaning softly as his lover’s heat embraced him, Junior’s hand closed around
Michael’s thick cock; each stroke matching his thrusts. “Man, I’m so close...so close baby...” he panted as Michael wrapped his legs around Junior’s hips. He shuddered as the first streams of cum filled Michael and soon was rewarded with Michael’s warm seed spilling across his hand and chest. Gently pulling out, he lovingly lapped the bitter cream off Michael’s chest and abdomen. Arms and legs entangled as they drew close, savoring every moment; dozing fitfully through the night between their impassioned interludes.
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As Junior climbed out of his car, victorious that golden Sunday afternoon as the sunset painted the skies scarlet. He carefully tucked the ostrich feather that Michael had given him for good luck in his firesuit. As his teammate grinned at him, only Junior understood the knowing look in Michael’s eye. He knew he would his good luck charm might come in handy later......along with the handcuffs dangling from the steering column of the Napa Chevy.
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