View my Guestbook"...Sometimes love don't feel like it should
Make it hurt so good..."-John Mellencamp
He should have beat me. He had the strongest car in the field-by all rights, I shouldn't be standing here in Victory Lane. Lookin' out over the heads of the throng that's enveloping my car, I saw him snarl something to Wally Dallenbach as the hapless NBC pit reporter stuck a microphone in his face and angrily toss his water bottle on the ground. His face is a dark mask of fury as he heads to his hauler. What happened...? I'm wondering why they even had to torment him anyway-Steve just ran his best race since he's come back and for the most part they ignored him. Fuckin' BP-that fat bastard has no respect for Michael-never really did-I'm sure he's the one that put Wally up to the post-race interview.
I finally disengage myself from the sponsor photos, interviews and assorted hangers-on. I have to beg for a break as I wander over to Slugger, who's trying to rally his troops and pack up for the long ride home.
"What happened??" I yell, trying to be heard above the din.
Slugger looked at me sadly and shook his head, "He was so charged up comin' in on that last stop, his foot slipped off the brake and the car rolled off the jack...don't rip into him Dale, he's really hurtin' right now."
"Think I can go back there an' talk to him for a minute?"
"Like I said-he's hurtin' and he's madder than hell-I hate to say it but it was his race to lose this time. Enter at your own risk. Don't be surprised if he hands you your head."
I cautiously walked back to the driver's lounge and I nearly shit my pants as the sound of a fist hitting the wall almost shakes the place. The resounding blows dealt to the walls, echoes again and again. He's gonna fuckin' hurt himself, I thought as I knocked on the door. "Bro? Can I talk to ya for a minute?"
When I didn't get any response, I poked my head in the doorway, "Michael...? Hey-you ok, man?" I listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing as he stood with his back turned to me, arms with fists still clenched at his side. Trying to compose himself. You're a brave man Junebug, I thought to myself. Finally he lifted his head and turned to face me; pain and fury still etched in his face.
"Dale-listen very carefully to me-I'm not talking to anybody right now. Not the media, not the team and not you. I want to be left alone-do you understand me? Why the hell are you even in here, anyway?"
I swallowed and pushed away the thought of how beautiful his eyes were-even when angry and ready to break me in half. "I-I know what happened-I just wanted to make sure you were gonna be alright..." God help me, I shouldn't be having these thoughts at all-it was our agreement a year ago not to let it happen again. Yet here I was, wanting nothing more than let him relieve his frustrations and fuck me senseless. I wish to hell I could explain why I had these feelings for him-neither of us needed anyone to spell it out how wrong it was-these sins of the flesh. I needed him so badly but I managed to keep my desires buried as did he-Michael never spoke of our one night of pleasure together. He was able to move on-I wasn't.
"Well-for your information, I'll be alright-I just need to sort this shit out....If you don't mind, I'd like to take a quick shower", he stated gruffly. He was already pealing off his t-shirt and the rest of his firesuit. I could smell the enticing, spicy scent of his deodorant coupled with his own heady musk. Stripped down to just his briefs that clung to his sweat-moistened body, I tried not to stare at his half-erect cock. Somehow I resisted the urge to drop to my knees before him and suck the little rivulets of sweat that dripped from his neck and chest to his abdomen; just the thought of running my tongue over his taut body damn-near sent me over the edge. To touch him. To devour him. To be one with him again like we were before on a night that will be forever branded on our souls. But the cold look in his eyes held me and my desires at bay.
I averted my eyes from his icy stare-given the mood he was in, he was just as likely to put me through the thin wall of the hauler if he knew what was on my mind. "I'd really like to be alone right now." he said with finality as he closed the door of the shower.
I wanted to scream at him, "I don't want this win if it means losing what we had! This shit doesn't mean anything to me!" I wanted to beg him to turn around and talk to me but instead I turned and walked away with a simple, "Awright-take it easy-I'll see you Monday."
The Monday morning driver's meeting bore a slight resemblance to the Spanish Inquisition to Michael. I was offered the option for dismissal having won the race-and Steve was given his accolades for a job well-done. Michael sat slouched in his chair; eyes downcast and a general surliness emanated from him. Ty commended him on a fine top-ten run-wanted of course to know what happened in his pits. "Car rolled off the jack-end of story." came the terse reply as Michael stared at Ty; eyes glittering with a quiet fury that spoke with the knowledge that the whole goddamn world knew what happened. Waltrip fucked up again..... There's some that said Daddy had him a glare that could knock a buzzard dead out of the sky but the pundits never saw Michael when he was good and pissed. This morning, he had a chip on his shoulder that was roughly the size of New Jersey. Ty nervously looked at the sheaf of notes in his hand and simply stated, "You still overcame a lot-it's just a little mistake- unfortunate but you still prevailed. Good run, Mike." Ty glanced at his watch and finished lamely, "Uhm..Mikey? If you want to head out now and get yourself on over to the Speed studios for 'Your Show', you're more than welcome to cut out early." Michael grunted and rose; pausing briefly to congratulate Steve on his good run. Our eyes met briefly and I almost caught the ghost of a smile on his lips before he turned and headed out the door.
Monday night, I couldn't sleep worth a shit. I must've tossed and turned 1000 times. I was burning up-I kept looking at the phone, but what the hell could I say to him? I wandered out to my garage- figured that maybe if I did some work out there on one of the cars, it would take my mind off Michael. I tried to turn it around in my head-tried to bastardize him for doing the right thing and putting an end to anything deeper between us than just friendship. It didn't work-I couldn't hate him if I tried. Again, I thought of calling him- just to hear his voice.....Dale?...there-I'm hearing things.....
"Dale!" came Michael's voice. I shook my head, fuck-I'm going crazy! It was only when I heard footsteps on the tarmac of my driveway that I realized that I wasn't hearing things. I turned as he stood leaning against the side of the house. He had an almost-bewildered look on his face-as if he wasn't quite sure how or why he was here. In his eyes were a mixture of torment, heartbreaking tenderness and lust. I embraced him and buried my face against his chest as I felt his long arms encircle me. I could've stayed wrapped in his arms; gently sucking his muscular neck. I felt his large hands travel slowly from my shoulders, down my back to roughly grasp my ass and press me even harder against his groin. He lowered his head to nibble lightly against my neck as I felt his huge dick throbbing, pulsing against mine. I could pick up the faint smell of wine on his breath as he growled low and seductively in my ear, "I know how bad you still want me, boy. Don`t even try to deny it..." He let his tongue delicately trace my ear and the junction of my neck and shoulder. I felt the sharp pinch of his fine, white teeth against my flesh as I firmly grabbed his ass and rubbed my already-wet cock against him. "Let's git yer little ass back there so I can lay you down...boy, I am gonna rock you so goddamn hard..." he whispered.
His full lips crushed against mine as his tongue forced it's way between my lips. His hand drifted between our loins and he firmly began to knead my balls. He wasn't being particularly gentle but it still drove me wild. Pain and pleasure. I thought my knees were going to buckle before I could get the door opened. I had barely locked the door behind me as he was undressing. Embracing me tightly as my back was turned to him, I felt an almost-savage nip to my shoulders as he growled, "Let's get rid of a few of these clothes." He quickly had me out of my jeans and dropped to his knees behind me; feverishly kissing my back to the crack of my ass. Roughly his tongue invaded me as he massaged my balls. I was so turned on at this point, I couldn't possibly hold back as he thrust his hot, wet tongue deep inside of me, lubricating me with his saliva. The passion emanating from him was almost frightening-I cast a glance out of the corner of my eye to the images in my mirror just as he shoved me to the bed on all fours. Sweat glistened from his pores as his muscles rippled beneath his taut, smooth skin. Men aren't supposed to be so fucking beautiful. I shuddered as he settled behind me and wrapped one arm around my chest; softly licking and suckling my neck. His other hand drifted slowly down my stomach to my groin. I whimpered as I felt his large hand tightly grasping my dick near the base of my balls. Leaning close to my ear, he hissed, "Don't even think of coming now!" He rubbed the head of his own eager manhood against my opening; slowly pushing it in and withdrawing it. His organ was already dripping with pre-cum as he pushed himself all the way into my asshole. It was at this point, I honestly thought I was going to die as I knelt before him impaled. I was stretched to the absolute limits and the tears flowed freely from my eyes it hurt so much. I was terrified to move-every nerve, every fiber of my existence was now on a knife's edge balancing precariously. He started to slowly thrust in and out of me and that's when I must've cried out loud for he stopped and tenderly kissed my shoulder. "If you can't handle this, I'll stop. I promise I won't hurt you anymore." he whispered. "I just thought that this is what you wanted...Dale?" He gently pulled my face to his, "Look at me, baby when I'm talkin' to you...." His voice became so low I could barely hear him as he brought his lips to mine. "Are you sure you want to give yourself to me? Heart...soul...and body?"
I closed my eyes as his whispers sent shivers down my spine. "Yes." was all I could manage as I braced myself against his body. Grasping my ass cheeks and spreading them a little, I felt his huge shaft penetrating me to the core as I started slamming back against him. As my asshole dilated to accommodate him and the constant stimulation to my prostate continued, I realized how easy one could become addicted to pure pleasure. From blinding pain to soaring ecstasy- what a concept....
His heavy breathing and loud grunts became even louder moans as his balls tightened as they slapped against my ass. His hand slipped up and down my own hard shaft, now weeping with my juices. It didn't take long to coat his hand with goo as I exploded all over myself, his arm and the bed. Finally, I lurched forward as he threw himself heavily against my back; pumping his hot, thick load deep in my ass. Half moaning, half screaming he continued to thrust madly into me as he emptied every precious drop in his balls. Panting and drenched with sweat, he laid down beside me and pulled me roughly into his arms as he covered my mouth with his. We dozed lightly for awhile, basking in peace and erotic contentment as the afterglow of passion enveloped us. Forget about right or wrong here-we both went way beyond that line. That boundary was no longer applicable as I joyously sucked his tongue that snaked between my eager lips.
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We made love off and on all night-from mutually pleasuring each other in a classic 69 with our faces buried in each other's crotch to once again mounting my lover. Making love to with Michael proved to be a wonderfully messy, sweaty affair and needless to say, the next morning found us tenderly embracing in the shower. Using a gentle body shampoo while his back was turned to me, my playful dick nestled up and down the crack of his ass. Uttering a pleased moan at this new sensation, he pushed his ass against my groin. Kissing his shoulders and tracing the smile on his lips, I whispered, "Are you sure? Mike-I don't wanna hurt ya, man. I pounded the hell outta ya last night..." My own asshole was still too tender to even contemplate allowing his cock entrance but I could tell he was getting hot again. "Please.." he moaned. "I need this ... fuck me hard right now..." He spread his legs and bent slightly at the waist as my slippery cock disappeared between his cheeks.
"You do know I ain't gonna last too long at this..." I muttered as I already felt a wall of cum building. He was still so wonderfully tight, so hot, so eager and ready to let me fuck him. My hands drifted to his own rigid, pulsing fuckrod and I feverishly began to beat him off. Unable to hold on any longer, I let out a wail as filled his ass full of my cream. Feeling a little guilty that I climaxed first, I gently urged him to turn around and as he faced me, I dropped to my knees and immediately swallowed his manhood right down to his ball sack. It didn't take long to find his orgasm sliding down the back of my throat. Life is soooo good sometimes.
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So here I am-the biggest irony of them all is the illusion we have to play-him the devoted family man and me the poster child for the swingin' bachelors. They cars are lined up for the Daytona 500 and I'm in my hauler trying to conceal the deep purple welt on my neck below my jaw line where his delicious lips feverishly sucked my skin raw. "Dayum...I gotta tell him not to-" I muttered to myself as I suddenly became conscious of his scent. Looking quickly about us, he quickly brushed his lips against mine and whispered with a grin, "Tell me not to what?"
"Be leavin' all these hickies on me! I look like a leper!"
"What do you call a leper in a tub of hot water?" he slyly inquired. I shook my head even though I knew this joke was older than the crust on Benny Parson's boxers.
"Soup!" He grinned broadly as I brought my hand sharply down on his ass. Grabbing me in a headlock, he mock-growled, "Don't go teasin' me like that!"
"Ok-here's the deal-if I win, you have to give me head whenever, where ever I want. I get to cum first and maybe if you're good, I'll get you off too-maybe...but ya gotta be good!"
"And if I win...?" Again that slow, soft drawl that drove me crazy.
"My ass is your own playground for a week-whenever you want it..." But I was going to win...I swept all of the races this week....
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Epilogue
Dale Earnhardt Jr. finished dismally at Rockingham-apparently he was having difficulty sitting.......
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