View my Guestbook“Hey man, thanks for doin’ the show today.” Michael grinned as he wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulders. They were just leaving the Speed Channel’s Charlotte studio after taping “Inside Winston Cup”. The midday sun was blazing down on them as they stopped beside Michael’s newly restored Camero Z-28 and leaned against the side. Steve whistled low as he admired the gleaming royal blue and gold exterior; he took particular note of the T-top roof as he smiled at his handsome companion.
“That’s one fine piece o’ machinery! It would be nice to be cruisin’ around in that today.” he chuckled.
Michael scratched his head and ran a hand through his thick hair. In the stifling humidity, his curly mane took on a life of it’s own and was now comically standing almost straight up. He had stripped to a simple sleeveless T-shirt and faded jeans; lean muscles rippling beneath his deeply bronzed skin. His instincts told him that the ladies in the studio weren’t the only ones taking him in as he duly noted that Steve’s gaze barely wavered from him. He glanced at his watch, “Well...I don’t have to be anywhere until a little later-what say we take a cruise down by the lake. We could hit The Limerick for lunch, shoot some pool and some shit....do some catchin’ up...” Steve took one look into Michael’s deep, blue eyes and that irresistible, seductive, lazy smile-how could he resist?
“Don’t have to twist my arm! Let’s go!” he climbed in the passenger seat. Michael had something of a wolfish grin on his face as he settled himself in the driver’s seat and cranked up the radio to his favorite classic rock station. An old chestnut from REO Speedwagon blasted out of the speakers and Steve immediately went into air-guitar mode.
“Hey-at least wait until we get out on the highway! Folks are gonna think yer havin’ a seizure!” Michael laughed as he floored the accelerator and headed for the road. “Man-I haven’t been on a date in a long time!”
“Date??” Steve arched his eyebrows as he stared at Michael quizzically. Then it dawned on him as a wide smile split his face. The two looked conspiratorially at each other. “Watkins Glen!” they both said in unison as fond memories came flooding back.
**flashback: Watkins Glen 2000**
Steve stared at the ceiling of his coach as the sensation of Michael’s soft lips trailing down his stomach to his groin took him to Shangri-La. It had been a great day as he reflected on their adventures around the normally sleepy little resort town. Exploring the massive rock gorge, bowling a few frames together and a marvelous dinner at a local winery and simply talking. Discovering things about themselves and each other-his growing disinterest in the parade of women who hounded the drivers at every track they went to and Michael’s growing disinterest in his wife’s ability to satisfy his ravenous sexual needs. The frank discussion took on a seductive turn when Michael said softly, “Have you ever thought about getting off with another guy?”
Blushing furiously, Steve sheepishly nodded, “But in our line of work, that could get your ass kicked big-time. Besides, you have to be able to trust your partner and hope he isn’t going to out you-you know damned well how disastrous that could be! It’s not like you can just go and pick somebody up-” He faltered for a moment as Michael gazed at him. “Mike-have you...?” Inwardly, Steve trembled at just the suggestion and the thought of Michael’s long legs wrapped around him.
“A couple times-I ain’t namin’ names...all I’m gonna say is who can really understand how good it feels to a man except another man?” He leaned closer; Steve’s hair on the back of his neck stood up as he felt the heat from Michael’s body next to his and his hot breath on his skin. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I really need to get off...and I’d really like to get you off too..” he whispered huskily. Steve looked into his eyes as he felt Michael’s hand slowly travel up his thigh. Those luminous, deep-set eyes gazed back and in soft light, they had taken on a shade of indigo as the pupils dilated slightly; the effect was almost hypnotic to Steve.
“Wanna go back to my coach?” he whispered not once breaking Michael’s gaze.
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It all led to this. Steve gasped loudly as he felt Michael’s hot mouth taking him in, deep down his throat. He writhed as Michael sucked him ferociously, relentlessly. His large hand was gently massaging his balls as Steve murmured, “Mike...dude, I can’t hang on.....gonna cum.” He yelped loudly as Michael picked up the intensity even more, sliding his long index finger into him. His orgasm was soon sliding down the back of Michael’s throat and Steve lay still in a dazed sort of stupor. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before....God, that was beautiful...” he whispered as Michael moved to his side and gently draped his arm across Steve’s chest. Steve’s hands drifted to Michael’s still-erect organ. Feeling like a steel rod sheathed in velvet, Steve slowly stroked him as Michael lay back and closed his eyes. “Ooooh man...that’s good...” he breathed.
Steve reached over to the night stand and opened a bottle of almond massage oil and poured the warm liquid on Michael’s quivering manhood. “I really liked it when you were....ummm touching me down there....” He straddled Michael’s waist with his back turned to him.
Michael grunted at the weight pressing against him, “Steve-my dick is a helluva lot bigger than my finger-you sure you want to? We don’t have to go there....” He rose and pushed Steve a little further down and wrapped his arms around him. He found himself biting and licking Steve’s neck as the sensation of Steve’s firm buttocks pressing against his slippery cock inflamed his lust.
“Please, Mikey..” Steve groaned as Michael pushed him forward and his cock disappeared between his cheeks. “Ogod....”
Moving in perfect rhythm, Michael slowly began thrusting; ever careful not to hurt him. Steve relaxed perfectly, allowing himself to handle his impassioned lover. Michael’s loud panting became louder moans as his hand reached between Steve’s legs and began to roughly stroke Steve’s now-throbbing cock. Between the constant stimulation to his tender prostate and Michael’s stroking, it didn’t take long for Steve to coat himself and Michael’s hand with cum. He lurched forward as he felt Michael’s hot orgasm filling him as he collapsed against Steve’s back. “Oh damn...ofuck...fuckin’ amazin’..” Michael whispered as he collapsed on his back and pulled Steve to his chest. He tenderly nuzzled Steve’s neck and smiled sadly. Tomorrow they would both have to come back to reality and race. He gently brushed a stray lock of coffee brown hair out of Steve’s eyes. Soon dozing, he was awakened by the shrill of his cell phone. Grunting, he reached across Steve’s chest to the nightstand.
“Yeah?” he whispered. “Oh shit, Buf. Sorry-Where was I? ...With Park....you know-Dale’s driver. I think I was on a date with Steve Park.....no-I didn’t kiss him!” he smirked as Steve grinned up mischievously and started drifting down his chest to his abdomen, gently stroking his now engorged organ. “I’ll be back in a little bit-see ya later...yeah...love you too.” He disconnected the phone just in time as a wild yelp escaped his lips. Steve smiled around the mouthful of cock as he plunged two fingers deep into Michael’s ass. Pausing, he looked up at his new lover, “You weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon, were you?” Michael closed his eyes and lay back on the pillow with a low, shuddering moan as Steve proceeded to drive him to the brink of madness. No...he wasn’t going anywhere.....
-end flashback-
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Neither Steve or Michael said anything as they drove along, lost in their own thoughts. With a sigh, Michael looked over at him and smiled sadly, “I still never kissed you.” Pulling the car over, he pulled Steve’s eager mouth to his and moaned loudly as Steve’s tongue massaged his. Steve caressed his broad chest; fingers lightly brushing his erect nipples. “Do you still enjoy getting off like this?” he whispered. His hand slowly traveled down to Michael’s now-bulging crotch. Michael gently took his hand and smiled slyly.
“Do you? I heard that you and Robbie were something of an item a while ago....”
Steve grinned broadly, “Yeeeaaaahhh....and I heard you and Junior were practicing your bump and run in the Napa hauler at ‘Dega last year.....didn’t think he was your type.”
“I ain’t sayin’ nothin’...” Michael’s smile broadened, “Except that me and Junior were actually planning on a little celebration get-together with you-it was supposed to be a surprise. It‘s to congratulate you on moving on to bigger and better things.”
“And you know I love surprises!” Actually working on Michael’s big cock was the only bigger thing occupying Steve’s mind at the moment.
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The Camero pulled into the dusty waterfront parking lot of the quaint Irish pub; Junior’s Corvette was already waiting. Walking into the dimly lit room, they could hear the jukebox cranking out an obscure version of Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” performed by Black 47 and the crack of the cue against a billiard ball. The TV was tuned to the Speed Channel but the volume was muted. The dank air reeked of stale, spilled Guinness and the sweet aroma of bar owner’s pipe. Had it not been for Lake Norman outside, one could almost swear they were in a country pub somewhere outside of Dublin.
“Good run ya had at Lowe’s a couple o’ weeks ago, Mikey! Too bad they called the race...fuckin’ weather we’ve been havin’ this spring..”
“How’s it goin’, John” Michael grinned as he and Steve pulled up a couple of barstools. He eyed the row of taps displaying various stouts, ales and bitters from the British Isles. “What was that smooth, dark stuff I had last week-not Guinness...it was sweeter...”
“Ah..Beamish” John grinned as he began to pull the lovely, black velvet drink into the tall pint glass. “And what can I get ya?” He looked questioningly over at Steve.
“Uhm..I’ll have the same.” Steve looked at the photos of Ireland lining the wall. It was something of an odd place in the middle of Nascar country. Not one bit of memorabilia on the wall-very unusual for a bar in these parts.
“Hey!” called a voice as Junior stepped out of the men’s room. “Wondered when the hell you two were gonna get here!”
Michael picked up the beers and headed for a booth in the back of the bar. “Did you miss me?” he smirked to Junior.
“I was beginning to think you two forgot all about me!” Junior replied in a mock whine. “I didn’t want y’all to start the fun without me.”
Michael responded with a wide, wolfish grin as he pressed himself close to Junior and whispered huskily in his ear, “It wouldn’t be any fun without you, bro.” He let his tongue gently slip along Junior’s earlobe as Junior pressed against the bulge of Michael’s cock, now straining against the confines of his jeans.
Steve watched them, intrigued at the interplay between the two. Just the thought of simply watching them ignited him-let alone any suggestion of actually partaking of the pleasures Junior and Michael shared. It was not merely sex in it’s basest form-it was quite obvious the two were one in the truest sense. Michael’s large frame conveniently blocked Junior from any curious on-lookers as he gazed into his lover’s eyes and brushed his lips against Junior’s eager mouth.
“We don’t have to stay here long.” Junior whispered, “Club E is just down the road-I’m thinkin’ we could use us some privacy...”
Michael shook his head and raised his glass, “Not until we share a toast. Congratulations, Steve!” Junior and Steve raised their pints in turn.
“To friends.” Junior smiled at his comrades. Not the cocky smirk most associated with his visage but an honest and open smile that is rarely given to those outside of his tight-knit circle.
“...and lovers.” Steve finished as he looked back at Michael and Junior. Together, they drained their glasses and left the darkness of the pub.
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Junior let Steve drive his Corvette back to his abode-relishing the warmth of the sun and the wind whipping his wiry, red hair on end. Behind them, flying close behind as if drafting at Daytona, was Michael’s Camero. Junior sidled up close to Steve and firmly cupped his groin while his tongue explored Steve’s ear. Gasping and nearly losing control of the car, he started to open his mouth as if to say something-only to find Junior’s mouth covering his. A sharp tap to the ‘Vette’s bumper brought their attention back to the road as Michael pulled along side them.
“Hey-don’t be startin’ that shit without me!” he hollered as the blue car roared past. His arousal was already at a fever-pitch; one hand drifted to his crotch to slowly massage his balls. He glanced at Junior once and shuddered involuntarily as Junior casually slid his tongue across his lips. Oh, what that tongue would be doing to him later on, he thought as their gazes locked.
Michael pulled in and parked his car ahead of Junior. By this time, his balls ached so much, he could barely exit the car. Rising stiffly, he groaned as it felt as though his jeans would burst. A slight, wet stain appeared where the tip of his cock stood out starkly against the heavy fabric; he knew he would have to take this one slow, otherwise, he wasn’t going to last two minutes.
Now the infamous Junior Smirk was in full-effect as he regarded Michael’s obvious discomfort. Steve watched with amusement at the interplay between the two. Michael roughly pulled Junior against him and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Gently, but firmly pushing him away, Junior wagged a finger at him, “uh...uh...not yet. Behave yourself-we have a guest! Down, boy!”
“Who you callin’ boy?!” Michael gave him a mock-glare and grinned at Steve. “He’s still my bitch-he just don’t know it.”
“Well are we gonna just stand outside here?” Junior draped his arms around both Steve and Michael as he led them to his inner sanctuary. “I think there’s a party going on...” Junior walked to the garage first and looked over his shoulder, “Uhm...there’s one more thing I forgot to show ya....” Opening the door, the three men walked into the cavernous garage. Amongst the half-completed muscle cars, the Tahoe, his rookie year Budweiser Chevrolet, stood a fully-restored 1959 Harley-Davidson Sportser. The chrome gleamed wickedly even in the dim light as Steve whistled low in appreciation.
“Shit....that’s one fine, piece of machinery, Jun....didn’t know you rode a bike.” he whispered.
“I don’t!” Junior smirked, “It’s a farewell present from me an’ Mike.”
Steve swallowed as he looked at his smiling companions, “Uhm...I don’t know what to say.....” He pulled both Michael and Junior into an embrace, “If I knew I was going to get this much attention, I’da left months ago!” he grinned.
“Night’s still young, guys-what say we take this inside for awhile.” Junior said softly as both Michael and Steve nodded in agreement. The sunset was coinciding nicely with the rising of the moon and a warm, southerly breeze stirred their senses. The air was charged with the electricity of a far-off storm and the growing erotic energy between them.
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Steve looked around the spacious room in amazement. The floor was covered in thick, soft rugs, mattresses and large pillows. The candlelight flickered on the red velvet wall covering and the charcoal portraits on the wall. They depicted nudes in classic posses, both men and women. One large one that graced the mantelpiece of the white marble fireplace caught Steve’s attention as he looked at the portrait of a reclining nude male; the artist captured every sinewy contour and the expressive face was exquisitely done. The most striking feature was the man’s eyes as they gazed out from underneath the heavy black forelock of curly hair. He leaned closer for a more detailed inspection-it was Michael! His gaze followed to the signature at the corner-a simple cursive “jr” in the corner and a hastily scribbled date. Looking up and genuinely touched by the love that went into the portrait, he whispered, “You did this? God, Jun-this is beautiful.”
“Thanks...but it still doesn’t do him justice.” Junior said softly with a quiet smile. Michael blushed slightly and gazed out the window. Not completely comfortable about any amount of fuss over him, he relaxed as Junior embraced him and laid his head on his broad shoulder, tenderly kissing him. Dropping his head to gently nuzzle Junior’s head, he pressed against him, relishing the deep bond the two shared. Raising his head from Junior, Michael whispered in a low, husky voice as he regarded Steve’s wistful, somewhat sad _expression as he watched from the shadows. “C’mere...”
Hesitating at first, Steve joined Michael’s embrace; draping his arms around Michael’s neck and resting his head on his shoulder. The spicy scent of his aftershave and his sweat was intoxicating. Michael’s hand slowly drifted down his back to pull him closer; gently massaging him. Junior pressed against Steve from behind, sucking on the nape of his neck as his hips slowly ground into him. Michael unhooked his belt and pulled his shirt over his head, “I think we all have too many clothes on here.”
Replying with a grin, Junior added, “I think you’re right.” As his two companions undressed each other, Junior rounded up three glasses and a bottle of heady, sweet wine. He watched intently as Michael gently guided Steve to one of the futon-style mattresses on the floor. As Steve laid flat on his stomach, Michael poured a small amount of oil in the palm of his hand and began to massage him. As his large, strong hands began to work their magic, Steve uttered a low sigh and closed his eyes. As his fingers worked their way down Steve’s exquisitely muscled shoulders, Michael’s soft, full lips followed. Michael’s hot breath on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
“Feel good?” Michael whispered as he gently kissed his ear. Steve responded by brushing his lips against Michael’s. Again, Michael slowly let his mouth travel down the expanse of Steve’s back, down to his buttock. Playfully, Michael’s tongue drifted down the small of his back to the crack of his ass. Whimpering and agonizingly anticipating Michael’s next move, he felt the slight wetness of his own arousal.
Looking up at Junior, Michael gave him a quizzical, “come hither” look but Junior just shook his head and smiled. “Not now...I want to watch.” Given free rein, Michael flipped Steve over on his back and with a lusty growl, buried his face in Steve’s crotch. Steve uttered a strangled yelp as he felt Michael’s large, warm mouth taking him in. Michael played for keeps-feverishly sucking Steve’s swollen organ. Frantically, Steve grabbed a handful of Michael’s thick hair as he felt his control slowly slipping away with each delicious caress of those lips.
Junior’s breath quickened as he shed himself of the last of his clothes. Stretching out beside Michael, he slowly stroked his friend’s engorged manhood. Michael immediately swatted his hand away and mumbled, “Later!” Michael paused for a moment to reposition himself on his back while Steve straddled him 69-style. Michael gasped as he felt Steve’s hot mouth taking his thick cock in. One hand lazily toyed with his balls while his head bobbed up and down on Michael‘s throbbing shaft in a steady rhythm. Both were enthusiastically devouring each other‘s sweet flesh. Michael was finding it somewhat daunting to concentrate on his own task at hand while Steve expertly continued his ministrations. If that wasn’t enough stimulationhing balls. Steve’s pleasure was twofold as his own load found it’s way down Michael’s throat as his ass was soon filled with Junior’s hot cum.
Collapsing in each other’s arms, they rested awhile in that sweet afterglow. Far removed from their warrior images and stripped down to their barest emotions revealed; a celebration of life and love in it’s most elemental form.
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Morning crept across the room as Michael stirred. Struggling to his feet and in dire need of a drink as his throat felt as raw and dry as a desert, he stumbled to the kitchen. Going to the refrigerator in search of something cold and wet, his eye caught the note taped to the door.
“Mike and Dale,
Just wanted to say thanks for the most unforgettable night of my life-I’ll never forget this. I had to leave early this morning because I had to pick my folks up from the airport and I didn’t want to wake you guys up-hope you don’t mind if I borrowed your car, Mike-I’ll be sure and get it back to you in one piece later.
I’d love to get together like this again someday, but I hate to cut in on something as special as the bond between you two. I hope I can find what you both share....
Much love,
Sparky”
Smiling sadly, Michael took a sip of a warm Coke and fell back into bed with Junior. Junior stirred and stretched as Michael wrapped his legs around him. “Mmmmphhhh...hey there, Bright-Eyes.” he grinned. Frowning slightly, he looked around, “Where’s Steve?”
“Had to leave earlier....pickin’ up his folks this mornin’” Michael murmured, nuzzling him . His large hands slowly caressed Junior’s chest and trailed down his soft stomach to pull his hips closer. Junior draped his arms around Michael’s neck and rolled beneath him; wrapping his legs around Michael’s torso. He felt Michael’s newly aroused, throbbing cock pressing against his as their bodies became one. He looked up into those eyes that he had come to love so as Michael smiled at him; gently trailing his finger along his lips.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Junior whispered, playfully tangling his fingers in Michael’s unruly mane.
“Wondering if I still get to you....I’m gettin’ old, y’know....Steve’s a pretty good-lookin’ kid....”
Giving a mock-glare, Junior held Michael’s face in his hands, “Don’t. Even. Start.”
Michael continued as he pulled his head away and began nibbling Junior’s collarbone; slowly brushing his lips against Junior’s earlobe. “....and you and Tony have been getting closer...it’s only a matter of time before you start dippin’ into some of those young studs in the Busch series...”
Pushing him over on his back, Junior pinned Michael down and growled, “Stop it!” Michael grinned up at him and whispered, “I still make you hot, don‘t I?”
As their gazes met and locked, Junior buried his face against Michael as he wrapped his long arms around him. “This is where I belong, Mikey.” he whispered as emotion choked his throat. Michael molded him into the shelter of his body as he spooned himself around Junior. Michael tenderly kissed his forehead, whispering a heartfelt “I do love you so much...”
Junior playfully grinned up at him and goosed his ass, “Yeah...and you still get me hot, you old fart-now just shut up and do me!”
And Michael did Junior many times before the sun set over Club E...........
fin.
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