Victory Lap

*** I am incredibly sorry for taking so long to post any stories. However I have started writing a lot more and have many more chapters to upload. As for The Long Mile Shot series, I will still continue that story. Also as we all know, this world is way too small, so the stories might possibly interact with each other. Like I said before, I am not an English major nor a writer, just have stories to tell, so I apologize for grammatical mistakes. Let me know what you think.
-Trigger

I slowly walked away from the tech grid, tired, just wanting to lie down because my neck hurt like hell from when I got bumped on turn one on the seventh lap. I had just finished a rather enduring forty lap race and came out with a close win. It wasn’t really enduring for of the amount of laps, but rather there were twenty one carts and it was back and forth between Kenny Anderson, an out of towner named Drew Belhinski, and me; Gunner Reed. I always loved my parents for giving me a cool name; Gunner. Not John or Steve, or something utterly pathetic like William. I think a person is firstly defined by their name, and secondly by what they make of their name. I’ve been making a name for myself ever since I could walk. I was always running around like a maniac, playing with anything that could propel me faster by any means necessary. My parents quickly picked up on my “don’t care the consequences speed craze” and put me in a go kart as soon as I could fit in the seat at age eight. I was a fucking speed demon and have been for the past ten years. Most people always ask and wonder how it could be so hard to sit in a go-kart and drive around a track forty times. “You fucking try it!” I usually respond.

I had quickly picked up on the sport and was a natural driver; very smooth and yet incredibly decisive. Over the years I had become well known in the racing community, taking my first Duffy (winning a national race) at age twelve, and getting my expert status by winning another Duffy the following year. I was the only person in our two hundred member karting club that achieved a yellow plate expert status, and I couldn’t even get my driving permit yet. Racing just came natural to me, and shifter karts came even more natural for me. I took another Duffy win in the IKF Sprint Grand Nationals in Idaho in the 80cc shifter kart class when I turned sixteen. As of just turning eighteen last November, I had four Duffy wins, taking my last one at the IKF Grand Nationals in Santa Maria in the 125cc shifter kart class in August. Now it was January and a new season. There were some new faces, and many old faces out at the raceway and I was just happy it was a non IKF scored race; I didn’t need to worry heavily were I placed.

As I was walking to our trailer, my neck was still in pain from when a rookie bumped me on a turn when I was looking to my side, trying to gauge what move Kenny was going to make going into the infamous “turn one.” I massaged my neck as best I could with my hands but nothing was working. My friends kept congratulating me but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody or do anything except lie down and take a bunch of Advil. I had even asked my friend Mickey (like Mickey Mouse) to take my kart back to our trailer after it passed through the tech grid. Mickey was in the Jr. I super sportsman class and at only twelve, he was doing well for himself; racing against guys almost four years older then him.

“Gunner!” I heard my name being yelled over the high piercing sounds of karts starting for the next race. “Gunner! Wait up!” I stopped and turned around; it was probably the only person who I actually wanted to see at this moment of uncomfortable pain. It was Blake, one of my best friends and team mates. “Dude what’s up? What’s the matter? I saw Mickey watchin your kart at tech.” Blake asked concerned for my well being.

Of course a smile ran across my face. Blake always looked out for me. He kept me in line when I would get angry and wanted to just punch somebody in the face. He took care of me when I would be sick. Now that I think of it though, he was much more of a bothersome when he supposedly came to “Keep me company” but I knew he was just trying to help. The thing I loved the most about Blake though, he was the best fuck in the god damn WORLD! The good and bad thing about that though, he knew I thought that of him.

“Yea, I asked Mickey to bring the kart back after it was done, I…”
“You took a pretty good hit, your neck?” Blake asked before I could even explain. The thing about me is that, as like a tradition, I always pushed my kart back to our trailer when I was done with a race. It was like my way of unwinding from a race. It was my time of peace. Just walking slowly by myself, giving people a friendly hello when they congratulated me on a good race. Blake knew this. And usually if I was hurt or something along those lines, I would have somebody take my kart for me.
“Yea, when I was turning my head, that rookie Ben hit me. It’s not bad, just sore. Like a pulled a muscle or some shit.”
A disappointed look fell on Blake’s face.
“So no victory lap I take it?”

Blake walked up to me and took both sleeves of my suit that were tailing at my sides and tide them around my waist.
“You horny little bitch!” I said when Blake purposely pushed down my tied sleeves lower onto my waist so that they were just over two inches above my dick.
“Well I did place first in my class you know.” Blake said before turning around and walking towards our trailer. Like most of the guys he didn’t have a shirt on and had his racing suit tied around his waist. O how much I loved his ass. To temp me even more Blake untied his sleeves and let them drag at his side so his suit slipped down farther so you could just barely see the upper crack of his ass.

I just threw my head back, not noticing any sort of pain anymore and quietly said, “Why god? Why do you temp me so much?”
When I put my head back I looked to my right and saw Adam Renalds looking at me. He was changing the tires on his kart getting ready for another race. I gave him wave and he winked at me. I knew what he meant by the wink and smiled.
“Only if you do good dude!” I hollered back at him before I continued walking.
I took two steps and Adam yelled back, “What if I’m bad?”

O Adam was a feisty one and he knew how to push people’s buttons. I stopped and walked over to him. I gave into his little game and since I was a little annoyed because he was holding up my time to be with Blake I gave it to him a little harder then usual. I went up to Adam and grabbed his balls through his suit and squeezed. He let out a small whine but I knew that he loved it too. Nobody could see what I was doing because we were surrounded by karts, tables, and tool boxes. All of which were about chest level.

“If you win this race, I will bend you over your oily kart stand, tie your wrist together so tight that they will bleed.” I squeezed Adam’s balls even more and he closed his eyes. He was trying as hard as he could to not scream out. “I’m going to rip all your clothes off you body. But instead of tying your legs down like usual, I’m going to hold them at my side while I plow my dick into you and fuck you dry.” I squeezed his balls even more, so much that Adam almost fell to the ground. He finally couldn’t handle it and he let out a muffled screech. I leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. “I’m going to go so slow you will be begging me to fuck you like the little slut you are. And just when you can’t handle it anymore, I’m going to stop and jack you off while my dick is buried into your ass. And just after you cum, I’m going to fuck your tight little ass so hard that you will never be able to sit in your kart again!” I leaned back to look into Adam’s eyes but they were closed, panting, and if it weren’t for me holding his balls, he would have fallen on the ground where he stood. “And then I’m not going to untie you either and I’m going to leave your cum filled ass for Blake to find and then he’ll have his way with you. And I know how much you hate how he fucks slow, long, and sensually.” I slowly released Adam’s balls and he would have fallen to the ground but I grabbed his waist before he hit the ground.

“Ohh baby, keep your strength for the race.” I said as I sat him down on the end of his trailer step.
“Fuck you Gunner, fuck you.” Adam said in a near whisper.
“Only if you win nationals sweetie.” I said and then left. He laid back onto the trailer floor and I could see his dick was hard.

I met Adam two years ago when he first started racing. He was in the Jr. two-two stroke class with me and like half the people who are new to racing, he was a cocky little bastard. He thought he owned the track and he knew it. I would have to say he wasn’t that bad either. He kept up with the top five pack but he wasn’t very smooth and he almost spun out five times during the beginning twenty lap heat. In the final thirty lap heat, Adam tried to pass me on the inside on turn four. Now, turn four is my baby. I am the only person who will risk taking an inside line. Because of the cement skid pad is cracked on the side, if you do not hit the pad perfectly, you’ll get thrown just enough to loose traction and spin out. But you save almost .3 seconds by taking the inside of turn four though. Well Adam decided he was going to pass me on turn four but he hit the pad wrong and spun into me. Just before he hit me however, I turned into him and launched him off the track and into the dirt so I wouldn’t get spun off the track. I continued that race and won. But as soon as I finished and was taking off my helmet at the weigh scales, Adam threw a punch at me. It seems he was a little hot head and he knew I turned into him so he would get launched off the track.

Well Adam made his first punch count and hit me scare in the right lower jaw. Well I am not one to just take a punch and leave so I rushed him and punched him in his right neck and then proceed to continuously punch him in the chest. Adam finally got out of my punches and was about to rush me again, but as always, Blake showed up at the perfect time and grabbed Adam and dragged him away before any of the race officials could show up. All my other buddies stayed to calm me down. Later on after I had cooled down and iced my jaw I was lying on the bed in our Taywix Racing trailer and Blake walked in. Usually Blake would slowly crawl on top of me and lay on me for a few minutes before either of us would say or do anything. I guess we have a lot of rituals to relax come to think about it. Well that day was different, Blake came in, out of breath and flopped down on the bed next to me. He was breathing hard and I could smell he had been sweating a lot.

“What the hell happened to you?” I asked after I looked him over and saw two huge scratch marks on Blake’s neck.
“Adam! Adam happened to me and I love you for fighting him!” Blake said, now almost completely out breath.
“Did that little bitch hit you?!” I nearly yelled just before making a jump for the door. Blake grabbed my waist and threw me back onto the bed.
“Gunner, Adam is a fucking FREAK!” Blake gasped as his eyelids fluttered. I picked up Blake’s body signals and I knew he had just had some hardcore sex.
“No way? No Way! You fucking little whore! You fucked him didn’t you?” I asked in complete disbelief.
“Yea! I’ve never met such an aggressive bottom! He rode the fuck out of me and scratched all over my body.” Blake took off his shirt and there were about a dozen full hand scratches across his chest.
“O my god Blake! How did all this shit go down? Tell me bitch!” I demanded as I gently rubbed my fingers on some of his scratches.
“That is for you to find out my friend!” Blake said as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his heart. “I think my heart is going to explode gunner.”

I thought his heart really was going to explode. I could feel every movement of his heart and it literally felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. “What do you mean, its for me to find out?” I asked inquisitively.
“He’s tied up in his trailer right now. The red toy hauler trailer with the huge Fox sticker on it four trailers north of Larry’s trailer. He said he wanted to have sex all day and I told him that I would send somebody else over to work his ass over again.” Blake said, finally feeling his body come down from it’s erotic high.
“You tied him up? Blake I thought we only tied each other up?” I asked faking being heartbroken.
“Dude, he begged to be tied up! I mean BEGGED!” Blake’s eyes went wide to make a point.
“O he’s a kinky little fucker is he? Well I’m going to rip him a new one for punching me in the jaw like that!”

Blake rolled on top of me, placed one quick kiss on my lips then started to speak softly, “Gunner, be nice to him. You would have done the same thing too and don’t even think about lying.” I shrugged my shoulders and he kept on. “I told him a little about your history. Both of your histories too. So go and have sex, and leave the racing and the track out of it please.”
Something was amiss about Blake. His personality had changed drastically in a really short amount of time. Almost as if he had remembered something from before. So I called him out on it. “Spill bitch! What’s with this guy? You come in all winded and dead, saying he is a freak bottom. And now your telling me to be nice to him.”

Blake turned his head and laid his left ear onto my shoulder and we stared into each others eyes. Blake had the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen. They were so vibrant and warm, but still while having a tender care to them. I had always wished I could have been born with hazel or blue eyes. Instead I have rather light brown eyes that everybody seems to like because they say they have never seen eyes with the shade of brown that mine were.
“I took his virginity Gunny.” Blake whispered as if it were a sin to say it out loud.
I stopped looking at his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while. “You didn’t know until after you fucked him like a crazy man did you?”
“No. He told me just after I was pulling out.” Blake said still staring at my face.

I closed my eyes and thought if what to do. Now, me and Blake are two of a kind I’d like to say. Even when we were younger, we always just took things how they were and never looked into them. Sex was sex. You had sex to get off and because sex is amazing. We have sex as much as we can, but with no emotions attached. We have been pretty lucky to not upset that balance. And it seems like the only time that we have upset the balance of no emotions involved is when we have sex with a virgin. Now Blake and I both took each others virginity. But that is another story all together and for a later time. I have “accidently” taken two virginities and Blake has taken one, well now two because of Adam. All three have ended badly. So badly for Blake, that he was almost killed by the guy trying to run him over walking across the street. And for me, I seem to get attached somehow. I felt that I had robbed them of something in their life that was far too important then a drunken fuck in the bed of my truck, or a night in a hotel room in LA. I felt terrible and I even went as far as dating one of them. His name was Dilan. We had sex in a moderately cheap hotel room when I was up in Long Beach for the IKF regional in Long Beach.

He was cute, definition of boy next door. How he talked when we first got to the room, I thought he was an even bigger slut then I was. And I do admit that I was somewhat of a refined slut as a teenager. And when I was trying to fuck him, he wanted me to go slow. He said that he had just broken up with his boyfriend and that he usually topped. Well with my twisted personality I fucked the ever living hell out of his tight little ass three times that night. He just kept wanting more and more and more. He didn’t even want me to give him a blow job, or to even fuck my godliness of an ass. About nine in the morning when we woke up he rolled over and stared at me and said that words that scare the hell out of me.
“God, I never thought my first time would be like that.” Dilan said as he tried to kiss me.

Those words stabbed into my head like a dagger and all the walls I had ever put up to stay emotionally attached from any guy I slept with, came falling down faster then a straw house in a hurricane. For the next two months after that, we had what seemed like a good relationship. We talked all the time, would drive to see each other on the weekends. It was just that Dilan was going out with me because he liked me. I was going out with Dilan out of obligation that I took his virginity. And I didn’t take it slowly either. Dilan was too sweet of a guy and he had told me every detail about his life and had literally given me the key to his soul, his heart, and his body. I on the other hand told him that I needed more time because I just had a complicated life. One day after Dilan and I had had another faked fun weekend, he said he loved me and could spend the rest of his life with me. I said I couldn’t say I loved him yet because it was complicated.

“Complicated? Complicated in the sense of you FUCKED UP and fucked a virgin! You, Mr. Gunner Reed, one of the biggest whores in Ojai!” Blake roared at me the day after Dilan dropped the “I love you” and “Rest of my life” bombs. Of course I had to blow everything out of proportion though. I couldn’t just break up with Dilan and risk that he would always wonder if I loved him or not. Nope, I had to make it clear that he was nothing to me.

“Blake, he’s should be here in twenty minutes. You’re going to fuck me like you always do when you’re angry with me. He’ll walk in the door and see. And we’re done from there ok?”