View my GuestbookGoddayum...can’t believe that sumbitch spun me out this afternoon. Don’t know what the hell got into Tony today...hell, he’s been positively premenstrual for the past couple of months. He’s already been placed on probation for punting every available rookie into the wall ...guess it was my turn to do a face-plant. Last thing I remembered, was drafting along the side of Schrader and WHAM! The 49 and the Budweiser Chevy get together in turn 3. Kenny slid harmlessly down the bank-me getting the worst of it, thanks to being propelled by the nose of the Home Depot Demon. Honestly don’t even remember much of the wreck...just thankful that nobody else got caught up in it. After all, this is Talladega and one good spin can end up taking out half the field. Next thing I know, I’m being carted off to the infield care center and Pops muttering something about, "Damn 15 won again-this was supposed to be your race!" He must’ve sputtered about that for half an hour while I laid there grinning like a mongoloid baby. Pops never did like Michael much but he doesn’t see him in quite the light I do.
"What the hell is so funny?" Pops snapped as I slipped out of my firesuit and into a clean t-shirt and jeans.
"You." I snort. "We’re supposed to be a team-all of us an’ that includes the guys on the Napa team. Dunno why you got this bug up your ass about Michael."
He shook his head and muttered something to the effect of , "ain’t no bug up my ass....better take a look at what’s been up yours lately!" Ouch! THAT was cold...
I turned and glared at him, "That comes under the headin’ of ‘my business’." We turned and headed back to the hauler where they were putting my crippled car back on the truck for the long ride home. I didn’t feel like discussing this further-Pop’s business was my car and that was that.
"Ain’t proper the way you two carry on behind closed doors-one of these days, you’re both gonna get caught and I’ll be damned if I’ll bail your asses out! You know what your Daddy’s take on this would be-!"
I angrily whirled on him, "Shut the hell up! Stop draggin’ him into every fucking conversation-you don’t know anything about his feelings! Just stick to what ya know and go fix my car." I left him and made a short run to my coach. Once inside, I flopped face-first on my bed and buried my face in the pillow. I loved Michael on so many levels-he was a brother I never had, my lover, and my dear friend. I could never remember a time when he wasn’t around and it tore me up whenever the rest of the world cut him down. I’ve been told by others that they loved me but there always seemed like there were strings attached. Even my father seemed reluctant to let me in -eventually he did but he was taken away from me before we could enjoy any sort of real closeness. Not Michael-his love was pure and unconditional. I could yell at him, get mad on the track and bitch at him but I’d feel so awful afterwards and he’d always forgive me.
As I dozed off, I presently felt his warm presence beside me; comforting me. His large, strong hands massaged my aching shoulders and bruised back. "Hey....how ya feelin’, bro?" he whispered as he stretched his long, lanky frame beside me. He still had on his sweat-encrusted firesuit and I breathed in the heady scent. He felt so warm against my back, like a big heating pad. I snuggled tightly against him as he spooned himself around me, resting his head against my shoulder. "Damn...don’t know ‘bout you but I’m pooped!"
I rolled over and looked into his tired but still sparkling eyes. "Ain’t you gotta get to the media center? You’re supposed to be sucking up to your sponsors right now."
"Been there, done that-I’m tired and I told ‘em that I’m cutting it short tonight. Besides, I was worried about you. That was an awful lick you got there." He gave my neck a playful nip. "Besides," he added, his voice getting low and husky, "Wouldn’t you rather I be suckin’ up on you? ...Give ya a couple good licks of my own?" He chuckled softly as I melded against him, burying my face in his neck. I rolled over on top of him and sat up, straddling his hips. I slowly unzipped his suit and grinned down at him.
"Why don’t you slip out of that thing and stay awhile?"
He sat up and I locked my arms around his neck, "When do we have to leave?"
"Probably soon." I sighed as I looked at my clock radio, "Jade should be by any time now....guess we gotta......" His whiskery chin tickled as he nuzzled against my neck. "..take...a.." Soft, full lips hesitantly brushed against mine. "..a...rain check until we get home...." I closed my eyes and crushed my lips against his; tangling my fingers in his thick, curly hair. A soft knock on the door broke the moment and we pulled apart. He rested his forehead against mine and we knew it was time to put our feelings on the shelf one more time. Sometimes I wish I could just say to hell with it, get it over with and tell the world about us-but I knew that neither of us was ready to pay the price yet.
"Hold on...I’m coming!" I glanced slyly back to see the demonic smirk on Michael’s face as I rose to open the door.
"Not without me." Michael whispered as he rose and stretched. If Jade suspected anything, he kept it to himself.
"Ride’s here and the plane‘s ready to leave...hey Mikey. You comin’ too?" Michael shrugged and looked at me, "Yeah..if you don’t mind giving me a lift home."
"Mi casa es su casa!" I grinned, "Vamos, amigos! Andele!"
Jade rolled his eyes, "Somebody’s been eating too much Taco Bell lately."
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The trip home was fairly uneventful. Pops was pissed as all hell to see me and Michael resting our noggins together in the back of the plane. I didn’t care at this point and I knew Michael was simply exhausted as the race and post race festivities caught up with him. He had a good weekend all around-2nd in the Busch race and a win today.....Mikey was a busy, busy boy. The race. I was still puzzling over Tony’s sudden animosity towards me. I mulled little incidents over the past few weeks-me and Tony got along fine until you added one extra ingredient-Michael. It was slowly dawning on me-Tony was jealous of Michael! "Can’t be. This is nuts...." I muttered to myself. I needed a little shut-eye myself but Michael stirred beside me.
"Can’t be what, Junebug?" he whispered, nuzzling the top of my head.
"Just thinking about things." I sighed, "This business with Smoke punting me today. I don‘t really understand why he did it. " Michael sighed deeply and rested his head on mine as he looked out the window. Sometimes he could be the densest critter on the face of the earth. Then there were other times he could be so perceptive it was uncanny. I was always fond of telling people not to let Michael’s dumb hillbilly routine fool ya-he was a helluva lot smarter than he let on. Like he secretly got off on catchin’ you off guard-just like Daddy...
"Did it ever occur to you that others might look at you like I do? Somebody like Tony could be attracted to you?"
"What are ya talkin’ about, bro?" I tried to play dumb but it wasn’t working. He looked right through me. A sad, faraway look crossed his face as he shook his head.
"You know exactly what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. I think Tony’s interested in gettin’ a lot closer to you and since he never did care much for me, it pisses him off that we’re as close as we are and he can’t be...does that make any sense?" He closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat with an air of resignation. "June...I am 11 years older than you...I’m supposed to be a happily married man but you and I both know that‘s a bunch of bullshit...how much longer can I still get to you? Especially with guys like Smoke who don’t have half the baggage I do?"
"Ahh...Mikey. How many times do I have to tell you-I don’t care how old you think you’re getting, I don’t give a shit about how much baggage you have-shit, look at me! I’ve got an aircraft hanger full o’ baggage! I don’t care about any of that shit!" We were starting to get curious looks from Jade and the crew as my voice rose but I ignored ‘em. I wisely lowered my voice to barely a whisper, "Mike-I love you. I want to be with you. But if you want out, tell me and we’ll end this right now." I felt like crying at this point and one look at his shattered expression told me he felt the same.
"N-no Dale...I don’t want to end anything. It would kill me if I couldn’t share my life with you." He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close and gently kissed my temple, "I just wish I knew what I did to deserve you."
An old song popped into my head just then: "If I give you my heart, will you love me forever?" I whispered the line and I knew that was the one equation that had been missing all along my whole life. He was the only one to give me his heart with no strings attached.
"So what are you gonna do about Tony?" he said after awhile as the plane began it ascent to the narrow airstrip at the Concorde airport.
"Guess I’ll just send some nerf bars over to the Gibbs garage and get used to some bumpin’"
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Three Hours Later-Junior’s Abode
Animal heat at a fever pitch. I writhed against his hard body as we frantically tore at each other’s clothes. I loved the feel of his wiry, muscular body beneath my fingertips, the way he growled low in his throat, the way his eyes looked so luminous and full of desire. I slid his briefs over his slender hips, sliding down his torso with them as I gently nipped and kissed his smooth skin. My tongue danced over his perfect six-pack abs and the fine line of dark hair that traveled from his navel to his pubic bone. My hands drifted over his beautiful tight ass and down the back of those mile-long legs as I rested my head against his groin. His hot, sweaty musk was intoxicating as I slowly massaged his heavy balls. He roughly pulled me up from the floor and pushed me back on the bed; falling on me as he began to devour my body. Savagely biting, licking and sucking, he straddled me in a sixty-nine; with a thigh placed on each side of my head and his huge cock and balls hanging in my face, I captured his organ in my eager mouth. He ferociously sucked my own dick; his body shuddering slightly as I feverishly kept pace with him. Pausing to wet my finger, I slid it gently into his ass, working it in and out in a steady rhythm. Ohhhh....I could tell I hit a nerve and he was lovin’ it. As I worked in a second finger, he gasped loudly as I went deeper, applying pressure to his prostate while I continued to suck his dick even harder. I was pretty close to exploding myself as I removed my fingers and began licking his balls up to his ass. He was so hot...so damned fine...I always felt there was no pussy on Earth that felt as good as fucking Michael and suddenly I wanted very much to fuck him. Precum was dripping copiously from his dick and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer-neither was I as I firmly but gently slid from underneath him. I kissed his back, shoulders and found my way to his lips. His eyes were glazed with lust as he leaned against me. He smirked as I squirted more lube in my hand and I began to grease up his hole and my dick.
"Mmmm....you want to fuck me, don’t you? You’ve wanted to fuck my ass since we got home, didn’t you...." he purred.
"Hmmm-hmm...don’t you know it." I kissed him firmly on the lips as I slid my dick up and down the crack of his ass, "Me soooooo horny....me sooooo horny....me wuve you wong time.." He stifled a snicker and quickly replaced it with a loud moan as I pushed all the way into him. I rubbed his shoulders and held still as he adjusted and relaxed. "You’re ok, baby....just relax..." Oh man, he was so tight, so hot and I wanted to slam into him but I didn’t want to hurt him either. His loud panting eased and I felt his hips moving slowly back and forth. I reached around him and began beating him off as I continued to thrust merrily away. We were both half moaning-half screaming and I gotta be thankful that neither my cats or the velvet Elvis on the wall can talk. Finally, with the world nothing but pure stimulation around us, I felt his hot load coating my hand and his chest as I filled his ass with my own cream. We collapsed in a tired, satisfied heap in the middle of the bed, staring dazed at the ceiling fan turning in orbit above us. My clock radio softly droned an oldies show and I almost started humming along to the old Righteous Brothers tune, "you’re my heart and my soul’s inspiration...you’re all I got to get me by...." Michael sighed deeply and nuzzled the back of my neck, then rested his head against mine before he drifted off to sleep.
Ok-so this isn’t the most conventional relationship a guy like me could have-but it just felt so right. No head games, everything was give and take and on the level with Michael. Let the rest of the world make what they may of us, but I can’t for the life of me see anyone else beside me in this bed. I knew once he got his second wind, he’d be on me once again but right now, he was softly snoring; spooned close behind me with one arm draped over me. I couldn’t imagine being with Smoke-not on this level anyway. This was deep and intense-not simply two people mindlessly fucking-which is exactly what an encounter with Tony would be. I pushed those disturbing thoughts out of my head for another day to tackle as I snuggled next to Michael. Tomorrow is another day....
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