Race Life Pt. 3
Race Life
Pt. 3
As Trip and I exited the RV, I noticed that it was completely dark out. The stars shown bright in the night sky, and the moon was nearly full. The temperature began to fall, getting colder out. I pulled my sweatshirt closer to me for warmth. As I did, Trip said, "Allan, could we keep this on the DL please?"
"Trip, Imma tell the whole damn world about it." I said cooly.
I looked back and Trip gave me a look of "Don't you dare."
"Trip, I'm only kidding. Jeeze, lighten up will ya?"
"It's not funny, it's embarrassing!"
"Well, you should have thought about that before you started wankin' it you idiot."
"Ok, lets just forget this happened. Deal?"
"Deal."
We walked the short distance across to my RV and we entered. I looked for Gwen but couldn't find her, she must have been in the back somewhere.
"Gwen!" I yelled.
"Yeah, I'm up top. Trying out my new bed." She responded.
"Make room, I'm coming up!"
I climbed up the ladder on the side to the bed. She was just laying there, staring at the ceiling. I noticed she had changed her clothes. She was now wearing a tank-top and short shorts. The tank-top rode up her chest, revealing her mid-section.
"You're so hot." I said, as I leaned in for a kiss.
"How long do we have?" Gwen asked.
"Long enough."
"So, as you two are up there fooling around, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Trip asked.
I looked down, replying, "Use your imagination. You're good at that." With a smile.
"Ugh, well I'm going to finish what I started. See ya!"
He got up and started to walk to the back of the RV.
I said, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Trip, if you're gunna finish what you started, do it in your RV, not mine you little pervert!"
"Try and stop my tough guy." Trip shot back as he walked to the bunk beds, closing the curtain behind him.
"Trip! You son of a bitch!"
"Al, don't tell me he's gunna do what I think he is."
"Yeah, he's doing it all right. By now, he's probably already at it, so I'm not going back there. Be my guest if you wanna go check."
"Um, I'm fine thanks. Lets just forget him."
We started to grope each other's bodies, from head to toe. Our tongues intertwined, moving from our mouths to the face and neck. I started to take her tank-top off, but she stopped me short.
"Allan, I'm not wearing anything under this."
"Well... I don't see a problem."
"Hmph, fine. Take it off."
"Really?"
"Yes, you've deserved it I suppose."
I slowly took the t-top off, revealing her lovely chest. Her breasts were firm to the touch, yet soft in the paws. We started to make out again, while I grabbed her breasts, one in each paw. She started to moan softly. I broke the final kiss and my tongue made its way down to her chest, licking around the soft tissue. Eventually I reached her nipples and started to softly bite them. By now, Gwen was moaning louder, taking off my sweatshirt, and then taking my shirt off. She ran her paws through my fur, reaching my back. She looked up at me with a mischievous look, and I knew what she wanted.
I moved up closer to her so should could take my pants off. She reached for the belt, unbuckling it. She undid the button and the zipper, pulling them down slowly. She got them past my thighs and had to sit up to get them to my knees.
"Need some help?" I asked.
"Please."
I got off of her and took the rest of my clothes off, revealing my naked body. I looked back at Gwen and she was naked also. I started to crawl towards her when my phone rang. I stopped in my tracks and looked at my pants, and back to Gwen.
"Better check it, might be your parents or something."
I took the phone out of my pocket and sure enough, it was my dad. I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey buddy, so we're gunna be a little late tonight. We decided to stop at a bar in town to have some fun. Thought I would just let you know."
"Thanks dad, you have somebody that's driving that isn't drinking, right?"
"Of course, it's Bill (Trip's dad). You sound like a worried mother! So what are you guys up to?"
I didn't answer right away, thinking of a fib I could tell.
"We're just playing a wild game." I said.
"What kind of game...?"
"Card game. What did you think it was dad!"
"Nothing, nothing. I'll talk to you later, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and put it back in the pant pocket. I looked back at Gwen. She looked out of it. She was off in space, just staring.
"Everything all right Gwen?"
"Hm, what? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"No you're not. What's wrong?"
"Allan, the moment is dead. I'm not feeling it anymore. I'm so sorry."
I rolled my eyes, but got over it quickly.
"It's alright, we can just sit here and cuddle or something."
"It's not alright. I was looking forward to this!"
"There's always another time Gwen. Come over here."
She crawled over to me and we sat next to each other for a few minutes, her head buried in my white chest. I heard movement in the back and snapped back to reality.
"I think Trip is coming, you should cover up."
Gwen grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself.
She said, "He was back there an awful long time, I completely forgot about him."
"Yeah, me too. He must have been really going at it." I said, laughing.
"Boys. I tell ya! Is there anything to eat in the fridge?"
"I'm sure there is, I'll go look."
I got down from the bed but Gwen said, "Allan, you have no clothes on."
"I know, I don't care. It's not like you can see anything."
"I see London, I see France, I see your balls." Replied Gwen.
"Ok, so that's all you see. Woopty doo!"
I continued walking over to the fridge when I saw Trip come out behind the curtain. I stopped at the fridge and asked him, "Spent are ya buddy?"
"No, I wasn't in the moment. Put some clothes on Al, nobody wants to see your basement."
"I do." Chirped in Gwen.
Trip replied, "Oh I know you would want to. So you guys get it on or something, considering both of you are naked."
"Nope, back to your situation, you spent all this time trying to cum, but it didn't happen, correct?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's just one of those days I'm telling you."
"Must be if Mr. Big-cock can't let loose!"
Gwen started to laugh, and Trip's face turned into a sad one. Once Gwen saw this, she stopped laughing.
I felt sorry for the guy. I was being the asshole now. I walked over to him and put my arm around him.
"You know what will cheer you up? Food. Always does. So does some porn magazines, but I don't have any with me."
"Yeah, some food sounds good, but you know what would really cheer me up?"
"What?"
"If you would put some clothes on."
"Hahahaha, funny Trip. That's not going to happen any time soon!"
I looked in the fridge for something to eat. There wasn't much so I looked into the freezer, and I saw ice cream. It was mint chip, my favorite. I grabbed the container and three spoons out of the drawer.
"Ice cream sound good anyone?"
"Yes!" Both of them said at the same time.
"Gwen, come on down here. Trip and I will look away while you put something on."
I gave Trip the ice cream so he would be distracted. He took one big scoop and gulped it down. Meanwhile, Gwen came from behind be and grabbed my waist. In her left paw, she had my boxer shorts.
"I thought you should put these on loverboy."
"Thanks."
I quickly put them on and we took a seat in the middle of the floor, sitting in a triangular circle. We started to talk about random things while we passed the ice cream around from person to person.
For the next few hours, we just hung around in the RV, mainly talking, listening to music, and watching some tv. It was now getting late, about a quarter after ten. Trip's dad gave him a call, saying that they were leaving the bar and would be back in a while.
"I hope our parents, excluding your dad, aren't too drunk." I said.
"Al, they are probably a little tipsy, that's all." Replied Trip.
"Yeah. Lets hope so."
As I said that, I looked over at Gwen. She was asleep on the small couch, curled in a ball. She looked so sweet, harmless. I didn't want to wake her, but I figured she would rather sleep on a somewhat real bed, not a small couch.
"Hey, so I'm goin to help Gwen to bed, you wanna crash here?"
"Thought you'd never ask! I'll give you guys some privacy."
Trip got up and went towards the back, stopping to put the ice cream back into the freezer. Shutting the door, he walked past the curtains and shut them. I made my way over to Gwen.
I gently put my paw on her and said, "Gwen, lets get you to bed."
She stirred about and looked up at me with sleepy eyes.
"How long was I out?" She mumbled.
"A short while, common, the bed is right up there."
She got up slowly and climbed the ladder at the same pace. I was right behind her. She laid back in the bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow.
"Allan, so far I've had a great time with you. I just wanted you to know that."
"Me too."
She drifted off to sleep in seconds and I pulled the covers up to her chest so she wouldn't get cold. I gave her a kiss on her forehead, just starring at her. She was like an angel, a gift from the gods. I jumped down from up top and turned off the lights. The darkness took over. For some reason I liked the dark. It made everything more mysterious, somewhat more thrilling. But, it was just probably me. I opened the curtains to the bunk beds, seeing Trip changing.
"So, she dead tired?"
"Looks to be that way. When her head hit that pillow, it was lights out."
"Traveling does that to you, especially if you don't do it often."
"Got that right."
Trip was only in his boxer shorts. I didn't realize I was starring at his well-toned body. His chest was amazing, so perfect in every way. His abs were the best part. They were ripped, I mean ripped. A six pack, some would call it. Why couldn't I have a body like that? Damn, I was jealous.
"Al, you're starring." Trip said.
I quickly snapped out of my trance and replied, "Oh, um, I was just... looking."
"I could tell. Tell me, you wish you had this body, don't you?"
"Oh fuck it, yeah, yeah I do. How did you get so in shape?"
"Gym. Remember, my dad is a gym freak, so he always dragged me along and before I knew it, I was hooked. Takes work I tell you."
"You could say that again."
I was still in my boxers with a sweatshirt on, I decided to the sweater off. As I did, Trip asked, "So you want top or bottom?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"In that case, I'll take the top."
"Alright, why the top? You like it up there or something?" I said, getting into the bottom bed.
Trip started to laugh and said, "To be honest, I was jerkin' it up here earlier, so I thought I'd be a good friend and take the tainted bed."
"Oh thanks for being that good friend! You really saved me!"
"Yup, a squirt or two might have leaked down though..."
"Wha- I thought you said you didn't go all the way!"
"I'm joking!"
"You better be!"
"Or what would you do?"
"I dunno... probably wrastle your ass!"
"Wrastle?"
"Yeah, wrastle. One of my friends says it like that to sound like a redneck." I said.
"Wow."
"Yup."
"Soooo, Al, what you looking at?"
"Your bunk bed. Nothing special. What about you?"
"The roof. Talk about an amazing scenery!"
"I've seen better myself."
"Oh have you, ya wise ass."
"Yup, say, how's practice gunna go tomorrow you think?"
"Hopefully it's all right. Just get the feeling for it, you know."
"Yeah, kinda nervous. What about you?"
"Ha! The great Trip nervous, never!"
"Trip, you're full of shit again! You have to be feeling something."
"Nervous? No. Excited? Yes."
"Fine fine, you're the almighty horse who can't be stopped!"
"Finally Al, you see it! Took you long enough!"
I shook my head, thinking to myself. What a cocky bastard. But that's who he is. I started to think more, I was officially horny. Great. I'm sure Trip's antics didn't help much either.
"Trip, guess what?"
"What?"
"Your horniness has rubbed off on me. Too bad we didn't have Internet right now."
Trip started to laugh, hitting the bed. Watching porn with your friends is awkward, or at least to me it is. I've only done it a couple of times, but right now, I wanted me some porn.
"Trip, this is terrible. Gwen and I were goin today, but my dad called and ruined the moment. Talk about a sad day."
"You've got other days dude, maybe even tomorrow? You could screw in the car trailer, or in the truck, or behind a tree, or-"
"Trip, I get it. We could fuck in any location."
"Glad you see my point."
"Well, let's hope I sleep tonight." I said flatly.
"Maybe you'll have a wet dream, you never know!"
"Thanks Trip. Night."
"Night buddy."
It didn't take long before I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Sleep felt so good. My worn-out battery started to recover, and I felt like nothing could wake me up. Nothing. Well, was I sure wrong. I heard this squeaking sound, and it became so annoying that it made me open my groggy eyes. I laid in the bed, listening intently.
*Squeak*
There it was again! I just remembered that my parents were coming home from the bar, so maybe they were having troubles opening the back door? I reached over for my cell phone and saw that it was 2:23. My parents were definitely back, what the hell?"
*Squeak* *Squeak* *Squeak*
I listened again, and the noise was coming up from above, in the top bunk. I thought to myself, "What the heck is goin on up th-. Ugh, don't tell me Trip is jerkin' it."
I was about to say something when I stopped myself. To come to think of it, I was horny myself. He was going at it, why couldn't I? It's amazing how two in the morning you have the sudden urge to relieve yourself. The joys of being a horny guy!
I slipped my boxers down quietly, making sure not to make any noise. By now, my cock had began to slip out of its sheath. My paw moved down, finding my target. I slowly began to work it until I got to my full size, now the tricky part. I knew if I pumped too fast that I would probably get Trip's attention, I didn't want that to happen.
I put my head back, slowly working my cock. Back and forth, back and forth. I kept my pace on the slow side, but that didn't last long when my orgasm began to build up. I started to work it faster and faster, milking myself for what I was worth. I made the mistake of going too fast, a small moan left my lips. I stopped instantly. What if Trip heard me? I noticed the "squeaking" sounds stopped, shit. I took my paw off of my meat, still standing fully erect. I turned my head to the right and looked up, Trip. My head hit the pillow and I mumbled, "Kill me now."
Trip turned back up to his bunk, trying to stifle his laughter in the pillow. I rolled my eyes in displeasure, my secret masturbation session had blown up in my face.
I whispered, "Not a word. We are goin to bed. That's final."
I pulled my boxers up over my now shrinking penis when Trip whispered back, "Wait. I didn't finish myself. Don't take this as weird, but you know what would be great? If we jacked each other off."
I sat there in silence for a second and replied, "What the fuck is wrong with you! That's not gay at all!"
"Allan, keep the voice down, jeeze! And no, it's not gay. Gives twice the pleasure cause someone else is doing it for you. Common. If you don't like it, we'll quit. I promise."
I thought about it for a little bit. It would be more pleasurable and Trip is a really good friend of mine, I could trust him. Plus I wanted to fuck anything that moved right now.
Whispering, I said, "If we do this, we never speak of it. Got it?"
"Deal. I'm coming down."
He quietly got down from the top bunk and onto mine. He was completely naked. Ok, I was officially turned on. I didn't care if this was weird or what, I needed a release, now.
Keeping my voice low, I said, "So, I see you're ready. How's this gunna work?"
"Take your shorts off and sit vertically on the bed with your back to the wall for support." Said Trip with a serious tone.
"Ok."
I removed my boxers completely, still sporting a semi. We both sat on the bed vertically, our backs to the wall and our legs dangling off of the bed.
"Trip, um, you start. Something tells me you've done this before."
He gave me a big grin and his hand made its way to my cock. Once there, he grasped it in his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. He was right, it definitely felt more pleasurable having someone else touching you.
"Your turn Al, and remember, keep the voice down. Don't want anybody to wake up."
I nodded my head showing him that I understood. My paw made its way to his lower abdomen. He was going to make me work. His monster was in his cage, time to release it. I was about to grab his sheath when he started to stroke me up and down on my cock. This was going to be hard for me. The look on my face must have turned Trip on because his cock began to grow at an enormous rate. I took it in my paw. I'm not gunna lie, it felt somewhat awkward handling someone else's junk.
I soon matched his speed and by now, he was fully erect. His dick was like a tower compared to mine, and I thought I was big. Our speed began to pick up, with soft moans escaping our mouths. I was enjoying myself quite a bit, so much in fact that I had to rest my head on Trip's shoulder. My free hand made its way to my balls, stroking them to put me closer to cumming. Trip followed suit, grasping his orange-sized balls.
"Ohhh my god, this feels sooooo goooood Trip. Imma cum in a sec!" I managed to get out in a muffled voice.
"Gahhh me too!"
After that 'too' left Trip's mouth, we unloaded like a fire hose outta hell. Strands of cum landed on my snout, then my upper chest, lower stomach, and onto Trip's arm. The same thing happened to Trip, only he had twice as much love nectar as me. It was also thicker, I was shocked at how much he ejaculated. I guess those balls of his hold a crap load of sperm!
My head still rested on Trip's shoulder, I felt like just going to sleep right there. But I knew that couldn't happen.
He said, "Tired buddy? I'm spent myself. We need to clean up though..."
"Trip, jus lick it off." I managed to get out.
"Yeah, I'm good. You go for it dude."
I rose up and gave him a macho look. I looked over to my paw and brought it near to my face. I took a wif of the sticky substance, smelled musky. I stuck my tongue out and took a lick, swallowing. It tasted salty, and the texture was weird. Yuck. I gave Trip a look of disgust and said, "Now I know why you don't want to clean up that way. Yuck."
Trip shook his with a look "I told you so."
He asked, "Can we just get in the shower to wash up?"
"I suppose, we have to be quick though to make it seem like it's only one of us in there."
"I gotcha, well I'm going to get in really quick, the cum is drying on my fur already."
We both got up, cocks both back in their sheaths. Trip took a step towards the bathroom, which is just across from our bunk beds and stopped.
He turned around and said, "You've got quite a tool there by the way. Nothing compared to mine, but it's still impressive." with a chuckle.
"Thanks, and I'm completely jealous."
"Don't be." Trip said. And as he did, he slapped me on the ass with an evil grin.
Trip was in the shower for only a minute or so. Once he got out I quickly jumped in and scrubbed until the semen was gone. I got out, shaking to dry my fur. I walked out and looked at the time, 2:57. Trip was on the top bunk, still naked by the looks of it. I found my boxers jammed in the corner of the bed. I shook them to get them back into the correct shape. Boxers on, I climbed into bed, dead tired. I pulled the sheets up and said, "Night."
"Night. What a day. Tomorrow is going to be long as well."
With that, it was lights out for the both of us. Tomorrow, more like today, is practice day. Let the sparks fly.
"Boys! It's time to get up! We have a full day to practice! Up up up!" Said my dad in an overly loud voice.
"Shmm ugh." Is all I managed to get out.
I laid there, wondering just what time it was. I reached over for my phone and hit the unlock button, revealing the time of 8:07 AM. Just wonderful. After what happened last night, I really didn't want to get out of bed, but it was my own doing so what the hell.
I let out a long yawn and asked Trip, "Your sorry ass up yet?"
"Mmmmhmmmm." Was Trip's reply.
I rolled out of the bottom bunk and found some shorts I could put on, along with a T-shirt. I sat back on the bed, not wanting to start the day. I got that thought out of my head and went across the bathroom to wash my face and take a much needed leak.
"Trip, by the time I come back out here, you better be ready." I said as I walked across to the bathroom.
"Yeah, don't worry about me."
I shut the door behind me, put the toilet seat up and let loose.
"Ahhhh, that feels good."
Done, I pulled my pants back up and went over to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired. My eyes were still half asleep and my fur was all rustled from taking that shower and sleeping on it wet. I turned on the faucet, putting my paws under the cold water. I splashed my face with what I could manage to get in my small paws and I was now awake. "The wonder of cold water on a face." I thought to myself. I dried myself off and opened the door. There stood Trip to greet me.
"Took long enough Al! I gotta piss like a race horse!"
He pushed pass me, shutting the door behind him. I shook my head and headed out to the kitchen area.
Closing the curtain behind me, I saw that nobody was in the kitchen. They all must have been in Trip's RV. I quietly walked over to where Gwen was sleeping and climbed the ladder. She was still asleep, buried in blankets. I was amazed that she didn't wake up to my dad's loud awakening. Nonetheless, I let out a smile and wanted to give her a kiss, but I thought better of it. If I did, she might wake up. I didn't want that.
I climbed back down and went back to the bathroom area where Trip was. He opened the door, stepping out.
I said quietly, "Gwen's still asleep up there. I think the parents are in your RV. Lets take the back door and head over there."
"Sounds good." Replied Trip.
We went out the door to the back and walked across to the other RV. I smelled bacon, my favorite. As we trudged along, I noticed that the weather was not as warm. The sky was no longer a deep blue. Clouds seemed to roll in over the mountains, making their way over to us.
"Hey, it's not supposed to rain this weekend, is it?" I asked Trip in a concerned voice.
He replied, "I don't think so, but it's Montana weather, so you never know."
"Lets hope not." I said in a low voice.
Trip was the first one to reach the door. He opened it and we both set foot inside. Our parents were gathered around the kitchen. When we entered, they acknowledged us and Trip's dad was the first to talk.
"So, you guys are up and running this morning. Good to see. How does bacon and eggs sound for breakfast?"
Trip chirped in, saying, "Sounds great, why do we have to be up so early?"
"To get the car prepped. How many times do I have to tell you Trip?"
"Sorry sorry. We ready to eat?"
"Yup." Replied Trip's father.
He brought a plate over to the table, full of bacon, eggs, and some hash browns. Trip and I took a seat in the booth and dug in. Meanwhile, the dads walked out, heading over to the pits. I scarfed down the meal, finishing before Trip, which never happens. I guess that shows just how hungry I was!
I looked over to my mom and said in a teasing voice, "How was last night? You didn't get too drunk at the bar did you?"
She started to laugh and said, "Allan! Me? At a bar? Full of margaritas? I think not."
"So in other words, yes. How bad was it, on a scale of one to ten?"
"That's none of your business." Replied my mom with a serious look.
"Ugh, I suppose not."
Trip then looked over at his mom and said with a sly tone, "What about you?"
"Me? I was fine." She said with a blank gaze.
"Fine, as in you managed to walk back to the truck?"
"Trip!"
"I'm sorry mom! It's just that when you get together with peoples, you sometimes go overboard."
She gave him a sour look and my mom began to laugh, saying, "Angela, we have had some good times together!"
Angela started to laugh as well and said, "I guess you're right. Well boys, we'll clean up here and you two can be on your way to the pits."
We gave our plates to them and Trip was the first out the door. I was about to leave when I remembered Gwen. I turned around and asked, "Mom, Gwen is still sleeping in the RV. When she wakes up, can you tell her where I am?"
"Sure thing honey. By the way, Ang and I are going shopping in town. I wouldn't suppose Gwen would want to go with us?"
I thought it over. It was just practice, nothing too serious. Gwen would probably enjoy some girl time anyways.
"Yeah, she probably will want to go with you guys." I said.
"Ok, well if she doesn't want to go I'll tell her where you are!"
"Sounds good mom, thanks!"
"Mhm, the best of luck to you!"
I left the RV and saw Trip waiting outside. I walked over to him, he looked tired still.
"Still tired?" I asked.
"Hm, oh, yeah. Just a little. The sound of a V8 should wake me up though."
"You know what, I really want to hear a race car right now."
We started to walk towards the pit area, the sun shining brighter through the clouds. The area was silent, not a soul around. By the looks of it, Trip and I were the only ones walking around. It felt somewhat creepy. I had to walk faster than Trip to keep up with his long strides. I wish I had long legs, but to no avail I was gifted with shorter ones. Trip broke the silence.
"So, last night. Or should I say early morning?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Oh, common Al. You know. How was it?"
A smile forged on my face. I looked over to Trip and said, "You know what, it was alright."
"Just alright?" Trip asked.
"I would say so. Wouldn't you?" I said in a curious voice.
"Alright." He replied.
The rest of the way we walked in silence. We reached the the security booth and looked into the window. Nobody was there. It must have been too early for any security to be there, lucky them. We continued down pit lane, noticing that some teams were rustling about. Not many though, but this would be an advantage maybe. The less cars out on the track, the better. We finally reached the end of pit lane, finding our dads talking to each other by Trip's car trailer. As we approached, they both gave us a smile.
"Well, the two of us are here. Shall we get things going?" Trip asked.
His dad replied, "Most definitely."
Trip went his way, I went mine. My dad and I walked to our trailer, ready to unload the car. We undid the locking mechanisms, releasing the trailer's rear door/ramp. Inside, my car awaited me.