View my GuestbookJunior!........oh, Joooooooonya!”
It was late afternoon at Chicagoland Speedway. A drowsy time of the day; the Busch race had finished and all practices were done as well. Most of the drivers took advantage of a catnap or some time with their families. The beleaguered individual residing in this particular coach was no different. He withdrew into a “hermit mode”-away from the track, the cars, the incessant demands of his fans-particularly the female ones. The lump in the middle of the bed burrowed even deeper into the covers, trying to block out the exaggerated feminine whine. When no response came from the lump, a volley of snickers drifted up beyond the bedroom window in the slide-out of the luxurious motor coach. Kevin Harvick was on the prowl for some mischief making and had attracted something of an audience composed of the victim’s teammate, Michael Waltrip and Junior’s own partner in crime, Matt Kenseth.
“O please look at me, Junebug! I wanna have your bab-!” The sound of a loud twack following a smack to the temple amidst muffled guffaws. The lump pulled the coverlets tighter around him; shuddering at the whole baby reference.
“Harvick...he’s gonna kick your ass...” Matt shook his head, knowing that any attempt to muzzle the driver of the Goodwrench Chevy was futile at best; in fact, he was just getting warmed up. He has no idea how great the degree of truth in that statement is.....I’m lining up behind his ass tomorrow, the wicked thought
“C’mon Harvick...that’s over the top even for you!” a distinctive high Kentucky twang drawled. The lump loosened the covers and a disheveled red head poked it’s way out of the cocoon at the sound of his teammate’s voice.
“I know, Michael....but damn! These chicks are gettin’ bad! Real bad...poor fucker can’t even leave his coach without security anymore.” Harvick’s sympathy was short-lived as he gleefully waived an extra large pair of women’s panties (that would have been at home on either a 300 pound woman or easily slip-covering a full-size pickup) in the window. “Sweetie-pie!” he screeched, “I ain’t wearin’ these no more.....I even shaved just for you!” Harvick was in high gear, as he could barely keep a straight face, “I just wanna be your little pootie-tang!”
“Jesus Kevin!” Michael collapsed, laughing hysterically against the coach. “Now THAT’S real bad....!”
The sound of a window being furiously pushed open put a halt to their mirth as
Junior snarled, “Knock it off, you two assholes! Ain’t De got some dog poop for you to clean, Harvick?”
“Don’t get your shorts in a wad.....I’m just messin’ with ya, bro...” Harvick muttered.
Junior continued to glare balefully out the window, “Yeah...well I ain’t in the mood, ok?” To him, this self-imposed exile was no laughing matter. Lately, it seemed his only shot at freedom was the open track. Michael leaned his long frame against the coach and grinned at him.
“Mornin’ sunshine...” he smiled warmly. “Don’t be mad, bro...”
“It ain’t mornin’, butthead and I ain’t mad...just sick of it all.” Junior grumbled. Michael turned to wander off for entertainment elsewhere; clearly Junior was in no mood for company.
“Hey Mikey.....can I talk to you?” When Harvick and Matt also turned with Michael, Junior added, “uhm...alone?”
Michael cocked his head curiously and shrugged, “Sure...I think I can spare a minute.”
Junior turned back to Harvick, “Run along girls.” He added the single-finger salute as they turned to leave.
“Oh bite the weenie....” Harvick grumbled.
“With relish!” came the reply.
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“Ok bro-what’s up?” Michael wandered down the hall to the back bedroom where Junior was still holed-up. He was somewhat uneasy being back here-things haven’t exactly been rosey between the two. Michael’s season had started out disastrously and Junior’s unwise choice of words at a recent press conference added speculation that Michael’s days with DEI were numbered. Add that to friction caused by Tony Eury Sr. and Junior’s recent acquisition of a girlfriend only widened the gulf growing where one the two. Michael was still able to acknowledge Junior as a friend but could only look back on him as his former lover as a fond memory.....
...or so he thought as Junior met him at the doorway in an embrace; long arms around his neck, his lips meeting Michael’s. Instinctively tensing, Michael pulled reluctantly away. No, he thought, I know she’s not here and I’m not going to be a substitute fuck either. But Junior held him tighter, refusing to let go as he looked up and studied the now-apprehensive look on Michael’s face.
“Awwww..Mikey....I missed you so much” he whispered as he rested his head against Michael’s broad chest. One look down at Junior’s slate-blue eyes and Michael’s resistance was broken. Arms that could have easily wrapped around Junior twice pulled him close and Michael dropped his head low to nuzzle the top of Junior’s wiry red hair.
No words of apology were needed; the bond between them too strong for any words to break.
“Sooooo...what did you want to talk to me about, bro?” Michael inquired as Junior feverishly devoured his lips.
“Oh...” Junior grinned sheepishly, “I wanna go out tonight-y’know we’re in Chicago...an’ I wanna check out a club...or something. Just get out ...away from the track.”
“Kinda hard...I mean, it’s gonna be tough to find a place where you can just hang and not be mobbed by every chick in the joint.”
“Weeeelll.....remember that cop outfit you had on last Halloween?”
Michael shook his head, “ooooohhh man....I ain’t likin’ where this is headin’....” Before he could add any further comments, Junior ducked into a closet and returned holding an electric blue mini-dress and a shoulder length strawberry blond wig.
“There’s no way in hell I’m going to fit into that thing!”
“Not you-me! It’s the only way I can escape without getting recognized!” Junior pleaded as Michael continued to stare at him open-mouthed. “C’mon, Mikey...I’ve got to get out of here tonight! I even snagged an extra dress-it’s a little bigger if you-”
“No way, cowpoke. First of all, I could never pull it off-in heels, I’d be too freakin’ tall to convince anybody I’m a chick without some serious work. Besides...” he added with a smirk, leaning close so he was nose-to-nose with Junior, “I did the drag bit just for you.”
Sighing as he resigned to the fact that there was no talking Junior out of this rather hair-brained scheme, he relented, “Ok...where we headin’ and where’s the rental car?”
Junior appeared oblivious as he continued fishing about in the closet and triumphantly held up two pairs of size 11 pumps, “Whatcha think? Blue ones or the zebra-striped sandals?”
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“Well...this looks like an intriguing little hole-in-the-wall...” Michael said as they pulled up in front of the den of iniquity known as The Kit-Kat Klub. Loud, hard-core delta blues pounded and the clientele spilled out of the front door and into the parking lot. Burley bouncers guarded the front door with a surly countenance and a group of Rat Pack wannabe’s stood nearby looking for all the world like a group of extras from The Sopranos; eyeing non-regulars with suspicious grumbling. Brightly painted women hung off their shoulders-hookers, no doubt, Michael thought as he glanced over at his equally brightly painted date.
“You really wanna go in?” he said in a tight voice. Oh please Jun, let’s just get out of here!
But Junior was fired up. “Man...listen to that beat! Them’s real Chi-town blues! Dayum, bro...I’m glad we did this!” Eyes bright under a hideous shade of green eye-shadow and lips painted bright red, he looked like a southern-fried Lucille Ball. There was absolutely nobody would ever recognize him-or Michael either, this place didn‘t look like the type of joint your average Nascar fan would inhabit. Junior was out the door before Michael could utter another word, tottering a bit on those heels. Michael chuckled as he watched Junior’s skinny rump shimmy towards the door as he self-consciously tugged at the back of his too-short skirt. As long as he keeps his mouth shut, we’ll be fine, he thought as he joined his companion at the club’s door.
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Two hours into the evening, Michael was actually beginning to enjoy himself. Maybe...just maybe we’ll be able to pull this off. From their candle-lit table in a reclusive little corner, they enjoyed each other’s company, a smokin’ band, fine food and wine. No mention of racing, cars, crews, no autograph seekers to disrupt them and a chance to finally talk without the interruption of girlfriend, wife or kids running amok.
“Sooooo....” Michael whispered, leaning close and resting his large hand slightly above Junior’s knee, “Is Kortni gonna get pissed cuz you’re out with me tonight?” he purred in that lazy drawl.
Junior grinned slyly, “She’s history, baby. Let’s just say she just can’t get ‘r done when it comes to satisfying a few needs.” He gently gave Michael’s crotch a squeeze, “Guess I’m stuck with ya...ain’t nobody can get it done like you. Don’t know why I was kiddin’ myself...” His hand slowly wound it’s way up Michael’s shirt, caressing his chest, “I loves ya Mikey...ain’t nobody can replace my...” He found his lover’s eager mouth as Michael moaned at his touch.
“MIKEY!!!” came a familiar voice half-way across the room. Both Junior and Michael simultaneously broke out in a cold sweat as they recognized the voice. Frantically looking up as one, they spied none other than Jeff Gordon and Tony Stewart hovering nearby at the bar. Junior looked as if he were about to take flight. “Oh shit!” he groaned.
“Just be cool, babe.” Michael hissed tightly.
“Hey! The heck are you doing here?” Jeff grinned as he sauntered over to the table. He didn’t see Michael’s companion at first but upon spying the tall red-head, the grin turned wolfish. “Mmmm.....no wonder you’re hiding!” he chuckled. Sitting beside Michael, he playfully poked Michael in the ribs, “Don’t worry-you’re little secret here is safe with me!”
Stewart also regarded Michael’s paramour, “Well...Waltrip, don’t be rude, ya bastard-aren’t you going to introduce us to your date?” Goddamn she’s hot, he thought. Look at those legs!
“Uhm..yeah..guys, this is...uhm..Lucy.” Michael stammered lamely. Junior leveled a quick glare at him but quickly erased it to replace the glare with a look of utter shock as Stewart captured one of his hands. Trying vainly to suppress the shudder as Stewart’s whiskery face placed a rather dainty kiss on his knuckles. Thank God for the dim lighting in here, he thought.
“My what strong hands you have!” Stewart smiled as he gazed into Junior’s eyes. How do I get her out of Waltrip’s clutches? Now here’s a woman! he mused as he regarded Junior’s angular features. Oddly, those big feet and hands were not a turn-off. Stewart had a “thing” for Amazons. He glanced over at the hapless Michael; who was now the unwilling host to Gordon. Both were now engaged in a discussion on tomorrow’s race. Jeff mouth was running non-stop while poor Michael looked as though he wanted nothing more than to be alone with his date. Perfect opportunity to whisk the fair maiden off her large, enticing feet.
“Hey Michael-mind if I cut a rug with this lovely creature?” Stewart asked suavely, taking Junior’s hand before Michael had a chance to answer him. “C’mon baby-the night’s still young and you look like you should be dancin’ the night away!”
Junior threw Michael a panicky look as Stewart hauled him out on the dance floor. The high, strappy heels were now raising havoc on Junior’s feet as he stumbled drunkenly into Stewart’s arms. “Sorry!” he squeaked as one foot landed heavily on Stewart’s.
Grimacing in pain, Stewart managed a smile, “That’s ok, baby. I’ve got ya.” Good..she’s loaded. This will be easier than taking candy from a baby. His hands encircled Junior’s waist as a slow tune was played. “Ahh...Lucy...” Junior stared blankly at Stewart before he remembered..oh..yeah..I’m Lucy.....Michael is sooo gonna owe me later.....The thought of bending his lover over and riding him for all he was worth made dancing with Stewart bearable for the time being. He fixed Michael with a knowing smirk as they danced close to the table.
“Uhm.....Tony...I gotta take a break...y’know...uhm...the powder room?” Indeed, after nearly four Budweisers, Junior needed to pee and pee badly.
“Yeah...sure...no problem, baby.” As he watched Junior head to the bathrooms, he idly wondered, how did she know my name is Tony?? Stewart shook his head as for the life of him, he couldn’t remember introducing himself to her.
Meanwhile, Junior tottered down the long, semi-dark hall to the Ladies room-naturally he found a long line wrapping around a corner. Well fuck this, he muttered to himself as he entered the vacant men’s john and situated himself in a stall at the back and settled himself for a nice, long piss.
Back at the table, Jeff rose to excuse himself for a moment and also wandered down the hall. Pausing at the urinal in the back, he wasn’t sure why he looked at the set of stiletto-clad feet facing the toilet in the back stall. From what sounded like a horse pissing on a flat rock, Jeff surmised that it didn’t sound lady-like at all-especially punctuated by the loud, rattling beer-fart at the end of the session. Finishing his own good business, he paused at the mirror; halted by his own morbid curiosity as to who or what was behind the stall door. Obviously a transvestite...or possibly a hooker....whatever it is, it’s got to be ugly.......
Junior straightened his dress and adjusted this and that before he exited-not at all concerned that he was no longer alone. However, he wasn’t prepared for the company he presently bumped into. Likewise, Jeff was equally startled when he realized that this was Michael’s date! Jeff studied the narrow face under the frizzy wig, the protruding Adam‘s apple and recently shaved facial hair. Sure as hell, that not a woman! Poor Mikey...man, is he going to be in for a shock! Hmmm...on the other hand, Mikey’s kinda odd, Jeff further mused, he might actually be into this kinky shit.....no wonder he was hanging out at such an obscure hole-in-the-wall joint!
Junior swallowed hard and stammered, “uhm...the women’s bathroom was just sooooo crowded...I couldn’t wait....”
Jeff sighed, “Uhm...yeah...that line was pretty long.” he chuckled, “say-it’s Lucy, right? Nice..uhm..shoes..say, we better get back before Michael thinks I’m makin’ time with you.” Jeff couldn’t help but feel that somehow he knew this woman from somewhere....something peculiar about her eyes.....even her voice had a slightly familiar sound to it. He gazed again at her hands-good Lord! Either she’s a ditch-digger during the week or she’s never seen a manicurist. Jeff continued his musing all the way back to the table. I know her!
Looking back over his shoulder, Junior gave Jeff a quick smirk that said it all. That smirk was like a cold slap in the face; registering instant recognition. It was all Jeff could do to keep his mouth from falling open like an idiot. Could it be? Junior in drag???? Casting one final look at the long, thin legs and knobby knees, long, narrow feet all attached to an angular frame, Jeff choked back the eruption of laughter that threatened to burst forth. The funniest part of it all was Stewart-still smitten by Lucy/Junior’s bewitching presence!
The stocky Home Depot driver gallantly pulled out a chair and with exaggerated graciousness, Junior situated himself with legs comically crossed. Blowing Michael a kiss across the table, Junior gave his consort a come-hither wink, “Did you miss me?”
Michael (who was obviously not enjoying this evening at this point), managed a tight smile and said sweetly, “I was beginning to think you fell in!”
Stewart glared icily at Michael, “You putz! Is that any way to treat a lady?” At this, Jeff stifled a guffaw and now Stewart leveled his gaze towards the Dupont driver. “What’s your problem, Gordo?” Jeff giggled and gave the now-puzzled Michael a knowing poke in the ribs.
“It’s ok, Mikey...” It was slowly beginning to dawn on Michael that somehow Jeff had caught on to them. Jeff looked up as Michael shot Junior a ‘let’s get the hell out of here’ look. “You two make a lovely couple...in fact, if I were you, I’d be-”
“Leaving!” Michael announced suddenly and rose to grab Junior, “Right, honey?” Junior glared behind his sixth beer.
“Huh?? But babe, I’m just getting start-” All it took was Michael mouthing the words, Jeff knows! to get Junior motivated enough to start for the door.
“HEY! If she doesn’t want to leave, you can’t force her!” yelled the still-oblivious Stewart, rising and ready to take a swing at Michael. Junior interjected himself between the would-be combatants. Stewart made a rough grab for Junior’s arm and pulled him away from the now-seething Michael.
“Owwwe! LET GO O’ ME, ASSHOLE!” Junior yelled (or rather the beer yelled). He had quite enough of his own charade and was ready to end this evening. Rearing back, he promptly drilled Stewart dead in face; knocking him square on his ass in the middle of the dance floor amidst shouts and squeals from their fellow patrons. Squaring his dress and adjusting the fake breasts that now migrated comically towards his right shoulder, he grabbed his purse and headed straight for the door. Michael shrugged helplessly as he stared at Jeff.
“Don’t worry, buddy..your secret’s safe.” Jeff reassured him.
“What about Tony?” Michael glanced at the now-unconscious form on the floor.
“Ah..don’t worry about him...when he comes to, he probably won’t remember a thing....go on. Get a room or something...” Michael wordlessly nodded and headed for the door, leaving Jeff to clean up the mess.
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Much later, back at Junior’s coach.....
“Well...it started out fun enough....” Junior began as he and Michael sat on the couch in front of the TV, sharing a couple of beers in their underwear “Of all the freakin‘ people to walk in....Gordo and Stewart....Christ!”
Michael chuckled, “Stewart was all over you....he wanted you big-time!” He took a deep swig of beer, “Thing is, I’m not sure if he wanted you cuz he liked big women or if he was into...you know, kinky stuff...like cross-dressers and transvestites...kept staring at your feet!” Junior rolled his eyes at the suggestion.
“Can you imagine if he got me alone and found out it was me? You know me an’ Tony are buds...” His brows furrowed, “You really think Jeff recognized me?”
Michael nodded, “He said before I left that our ’little secret’ was safe....wonder if him an’ Jimmy do it?”
Junior shook his head, “Nah...that’s just a silly old rumor....Kurt and Biffle do though....”
“eeewwww.....” Junior set his beer down; that was enough talking for one night as he gazed slyly over at Michael. He always looked so damned sexy when he was sleepy...only he ain’t gonna be sleepy for long....! Junior thought as their eyes met as he straddled Michael’s hips. Capturing those delicious, full lips in an opened mouth kiss, Junior ran his tongue over Michael’s teeth, sucking on his lover’s tongue as he felt Michael’s large, strong hands grasping his ass; grinding him against his now bulging crotch.
“mmmm....c’mon...we gots too many clothes on...” Michael whispered huskily as he released Junior and rose to remove his briefs. Junior likewise, shed himself of his own baggy boxers. Michael pulled him close, both men shuddering with anticipation as their bare cocks pressed against each other’s sweaty body. Michael began dropping kisses, alternating with sharp, little bites down Junior’s torso; caressing Junior’s wiry body as he lowered himself to his knees. Gasping as he felt Michael’s inquisitive tongue tracing a path down his stomach to his groin, he gently cupped Michael’s face in his hands and gazed into those impossibly blue eyes.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Michael whispered, planting a kiss just below his navel.
“Too long” Junior moaned, his legs shaking so badly he thought he was going to fall over.
He uttered a half moan, half scream as he felt Michael’s hot mouth take him in and his large hands kneading his buttocks. He felt himself going deep down his friend’s throat, that marvelous tongue turning his world white-hot as his hips bucked against Michael’s face. “Ogod...Michael...damn you’re so fucking good....oman...don’t stop...”
But stop he did. Michael chuckled deeply as he drew his head back. “Uh uh...you ain’t getting off so soon...” Gently pulling Junior down on the floor with him and gathering him in his arms, Michael once again began showing his body with tender kisses. Junior ran his fingers through Michael’s luxurious thick mane of curly hair, marveling at his lean, sculpted form. He never tired of looking at his Michael.....
Michael rose slightly and began to slowly stroke himself; rubbing a copious amount of lube over his throbbing cock. Junior never broke his gaze from Michael’s face as he playfully massaged Michael’s heavy balls, “I want you....” he whispered, reaching up and pulling Michael’s face to his in a deep kiss.
“Ohhhhyeah...” Michael moaned as he gathered Junior in his arms, flexing his hips and sliding his thick manhood into Junior’s opening. Pain briefly exploded only to be replaced by ecstasy. Junior closed his eyes as he buried his face against Michael’s neck. No other love has ever felt like this....no one could ever replace Michael in his life. His own stiff rod rubbed against Michael’s hot, sweaty abdomen and his own body....the friction between the two was incredible. Slow gentle rocking was gradually replaced as the tempo became more frenetic. Junior dug his nails into Michael’s broad shoulders as he felt a wall of cum building towards his release.....
He came with a wail as Michael slammed against him like a fury. Tender kisses turned to almost vicious biting as Michael’s own orgasm shook his large frame from every fiber of his being. Sweat ran like rain water down his broad back, dripping in torrents off his forehead as he pressed himself into his spent lover in one final, hard thrust.
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Dawn broke in a thin line of hot gold through the blinds. Junior cracked one eye open and groaned. He had yet to see the purple welts along his neck and shoulders were they met with Michael’s large, white teeth, but he felt them nonetheless. Still, he trembled at the memory of their passion. He could hear Michael in the galley fixing coffee and breakfast, could smell his musky, spicy scent on the pillow. Mmmm...he grinned, if they could only bottle that stuff....god that’s sick! Breakfast followed by a enticing shower together...moments of solitude and peace before the driver’s meeting. Junior smiled as Michael lay beside him on the bed with a breakfast tray. Fuck...why should I even entertain the thought of a girlfriend? Kortni could burn water and she couldn’t give a decent blow-job if her life depended on it. He rested his head against Michael’s bare chest and sighed. I’ve got all I need right here....good cook, good sex and the best drafting partner in the world!
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At the driver’s meeting, Tony sat quietly beside Bobby Labonte with an unusually hang-dog _expression on his face. Hair disheveled and looking even more unkempt than normal, in fact he looked like Pathos personified.
“Hey bud! Why the long face?” Junior grinned as if nothing had happened. “Dayum...that’s one nasty shiner! What happened, man?”
“I met the love of my life...I let her get away...” he muttered....”God Junior..she was gorgeous....and she had a mean right hook...” He sighed, “what’s worse...she left with Michael! Big dummy....what would he know about wooing a queen like her.....?” he moaned.
Junior stepped back and said quietly, “He knows how to treat a queen....even if she’s just a queen for a day.” With that, he took his seat next to his teammate at the back of the room, leaving Tony Stewart to mull over his words and his own misery.
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