Son of a Bitch

They were early arriving, the first drivers to get to the track and Seth went out to shake down the new car. He made lap after lap, slowly increasing his speed. Hardy joined him, to make a few laps in the older car, one he had not driven on the track. He made a few laps at a slower speed to get the feel of the car, then began to push it. The harder he pushed the car the more it seemed to plant down on the track and want for more. Soon, Hardy found himself running behind Seth, the two of them running in single file for a few laps, their speed increasing on each one.

Unbeknownst to them they were timed, the guys in the tower curious at Hardy now in Seth’s old car while Seth was in a new one. They went back and forth on what they could expect, how the two would race against each other. The time the two ran when together was nearly a track record, so the two cars were obviously ready to race. It would make good copy, something for the website and the local paper to cover. Two area boys working together and putting two cars on the track.

Time trails were run, the driver’s meeting held, and the races began. Hardy was in the first one, coming in third, a position that he felt good about since he was still getting the feel for the car. Seth ran the next race, and came in fourth, the race more tightly packed together, limited the ability of the drivers to pass and move up.  In the final race, Hardy on the inside and Seth on the outside of the third row, they found themselves once again in line as the field settled into a formation. They ran faster than before, making their way to up to second and third places, easily passing cars till behind the one that had been the faster for the night. The checkered flag waved and they coasted around the track to cool the cars down, satisfied at their finish, and as they went into the pits, passing the stands for the last time during the night, the fans appeared to be satisfied too, cheering and waving.

In pits, both cars ready to be loaded on their trailers, race suits unzipped down to waist, revealing the undershirts both wore, Hardy in a white muscle shirt and Seth in a tank top. They were sweaty, filthy from head to toe and grinning from ear to ear.  Fans began to approach them, each holding out an autograph book or the flier for the night’s races. They stood between their cars, signing their names over and over. For the first time, Hardy didn’t mind the flirtatious way the girls hovered, asking questions and making comments about neither wearing rings. The line finally dwindled down to one person who stood back waiting till last.

“Hey, Henry” said Seth, encouraging him to approach.

“You guys did good for considering the new car and…” said Henry, turning to Hardy, “coming back after being gone too long.”

“Thanks Henry. You don’t need another autograph, do you?” asked Seth.

“Can I get a picture with you guys?”

“Yeah, sure. Right, Hardy?”

“Yes, you can get a photo with us. Hey, Jack, can you come here a minute?”

Hardy followed Seth to the all-night diner then onto his place. They got the cars unloaded and parked in the garage, Seth’s truck and trailer in the last bay and Hardy pulled his truck and trailer to the side of the drive out of the way. They were in the garage, leaning against Seth’s car when they fell silent. Then Seth began to chuckle, making Hardy do the same. It grew till they laughed aloud, and Seth swung around and pulled Hardy into the open space and bearhugged him, spinning him around.

“Fuck, tonight was a nice. We made a decent showing and I know we can better” said Seth as he set Hardy down and pushed him against the car. “I feel like celebrating.”

Smiling mischievously, Hardy replied “me too.”

Shoes kicked off, shirts tossed across the room, pants tugged down each leg, working each one free. They didn’t stop till boxers were laying on the floor, carelessly tossed aside with everything else.

“I want to fuck you” said Seth moving to Hardy.

“Well…fuck me, you bastard” Hardy taunted, sitting on the hood of the car and letting Seth move up between his legs. “Do it…fuck me” he pleaded, lying back, pulling his legs up opening himself to Seth.

Seth moved close, pressed his cock to the tight opening as he leaned over the prone body. He kissed Hardy as he slipped his hands underneath Hardy’s arms and held tight to each shoulder. He pushed his tongue into Hardy’s open mouth as he pushed his cock through the tight opening, slowly, working his hips back and forth, sinking inward deeper and deeper.

Hardy threw his head back, closed his eyes and moaned as Seth pushed all the way in.

Seth fucked slowly. He wanted to feel every inch squeeze through Hardy’s opening, and he wanted Hardy to feel it too. It pushed his resolve to keep a slow pace the way Hardy’s hole griped his cock, squeezed it like a rubber cock ring that he had to push through then tug back. But he held tight to Hardy, let his weight rest on him, as he kept a slow pace, working his cock into Hardy’s depths, grinding his hips against the spread ass.

Teeth tugged on Seth’s ear, hot exhales blew into it as he heard the breathless pleadings to fuck harder, faster, begging him to increase his pace. Hands moved over his back downward till holding each ass cheek, urging him on. There was an urgency to the way the body moved beneath him. How contact with it was hot, the skin slick with sweat. Hardy wanted his fuck. Wanted it to get physical. To plunge into his depths over and over at a rapid pace.

“Please, Seth…fuck me” Hardy begged.

It was too much. Seth was too aroused, and Hardy’s pleadings were pushing for more. He stood up straight, grabbed each leg and held them tight to his sweaty chest and began to drill cock into Hardy’s ass as hard and as fast as he could.

Hardy began to move around more, his body shuddering on the hood of the car. One hand a blur on his cock and the other holding to the fender, knuckles white, while he took Seth’s fuck. He opened his eyes, leaning up and stared at Seth.

“I’m going to…” Hardy stammered, unable to finish as cum splattered his face, chest then stomach.

Seth felt Hardy’s release, they way he jerked around, legs pushing against his chest. The smell of cum filled the air and he couldn’t hold back. He shoved into Hardy’s depths and filled him with his load.

“Jesus” Seth whispered as he leaned over Hardy and dragged his tongue up the flat chest tasting the cum that pooled on it. Then he kissed Hardy, with lips slimy with cum.

When Seth stood, he brought Hardy up with him. They kissed again, then gathered up their clothes and headed toward the house, both desperate for a warm shower and bed. It was to become a routine. After a race, all wound up, they had sex as soon as they had the cars put away, often in the garage, but at times waiting till in the shower or on the bed. It was the most physical of their sexual intercourse, the most verbal where they taunted and teased, pushing the other to the point of release.

During the days between Friday nights, there were lazy Saturday and Sunday afternoons, late nights in the garage doing maintenance and whenever their eyes locked together, or there was some touch, a frisky gesture, sex soon followed. And the days passed till summer turned into fall, then winter arrived, and the races ended for the season.

It was unusually cold, temperatures down in the teens, when Hardy pulled into the drive at Seth’s after getting off from work. It had a long day, major repairs all day long and no matter how hard the gas heaters were blasting out their heat, the garage stayed cold. He had stopped by his house to get the day’s mail and ambled into the kitchen laying it down on the counter. Seth was at the range preparing dinner and Hardy came up and wrapped his arms around him.

“Hey…what are ya cooking?” said Hardy before nuzzling his nose into Seth’s hair over the neck, then kissing it.

“Pesto shrimp with mushrooms. How was your day?”

“A cold, knuckle banging bitch; glad its over. And your day?”

“We were slow at the shop, so I got to leave early. I got the new carburetor on your car.”

“Seriously? Thanks. I’ll have to reward you later” said Hardy, grinding his crotch into Seth’s ass.

“Nasty son of a bitch” Seth joked as he spooned each one a bowl. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Me too” replied Hardy taking the two bowls and going to the table. Seth came to the table with their drinks and napkins, sitting next to Hardy.

“I got the letter from my landlord” said Hardy. He knew what Seth was going to say. They had talked about it for the last two months, but he had resisted. What would people say? What would he do it Seth suddenly wanted him out?

“Don’t renew it. Let the house go and move in here. Why do you resist?”

“What will people say?”

“I don’t give a fuck what they say, but what will they say? We share a house; so, what! It’s not like they can look through walls and see in.”

“But what if you…”

“Don’t say it. Look, if something happens and…well, we can promise each other the time to make arrangements. But we can’t keep putting our lives on hold, thinking the worst. Eat and we can talk about it later.”

“No, you’re right. I’ll call him in the morning. But I’ll have 30 days to get out and…”

“We…the two of us, will get your things moved, and the stuff you don’t want, we can give to a charity, or whatever you want to do with it.”

It was another moment in their relationship. Another barrier that Hardy had created torn down. They did the dishes, Seth washing and Hardy drying and putting things away. They lay on the sofa and watched one of their favorite shows and when it was over, they began to touch one another. A hand on a stomach. A kiss on the neck. A soft whisper, then a giggle. They moved to the bedroom; clothes strewn in their path.

Seth was on his stomach and Hardy on top, cock pushing inward, slowly, till the penetration was complete. Then they fucked, slowly at first, but as arousals increased, an inability to hold back, Hardy began to fuck harder, faster, his abdomen smacking down on Seth’s ass. The bed rocked and squeaked then banged into the wall. Its rhythm aligned with Hardy’s undulations. He wrapped his arm around Seth’s neck, bearhugging their bodies together as he pushed inward.

Hardy fucked till on the verge of release and he pulled free. He rolled over on his back next to Seth.

“Okay…fuck me. Make me cum” Hardy uttered as Seth moved over him.

Seth penetrated Hardy, bore into his depths and began to fuck. He was too aroused to hold back. Hardy had planned it this way, knowing how to push him. Holding Hardy’s legs behind the knee, he pushed them over and next to the lean torso and held them down. He undulated his body, hips swinging upwards, then plunging down, driving cock into Hardy’s depths. He fucked with an increasing pace till smacking against Hardy’s ass.

Hardy masturbated, faster and faster, keeping pace with Seth. The stimulation was pushing him to the edge. The physical nature of it, the way Seth held him down, in full control. Everything revolved around Set boring into his depths. He stroked still shuddering beneath him, his legs pushing against the firm grip holding them down. Cum hit him in the face, then a long thick rope landing from his nipple to Adam’s apple. It pooled on his stomach and its scent filled the room. He continued to stroke his wet cock, hand slimy with cum, till Seth jammed into his depths and shuddered with release.

By the beginning of April, Hardy was moved in. The bedroom closet divided between the two of them. His few belonging that meant something to him found a home. The aquarium in the living room, photos from high school arranged with Seth’s, and in the guest bedroom, the memorabilia from past races. The old furniture, clothes he no longer wore, bedding he didn’t care about and the dishes and utensils were dropped off at a charity. He didn’t linger over it, afraid to think of it, how there seemed to be no turning back, and once he got past his anxiety and really thought of it, he didn’t want to go back.

The race season started, and they were at the track early, watching the others arrive, all but two were familiar, guys from last season. Jack pulled in next to Hardy and across pit road, Bo pulled in with his car rebodied, all shiny and new looking. They lined up along pit road for time trails, had the driver’s meeting and raced each other on the track. It was as if they were not in the groove of racing, and there were more wrecks than usual, but by the end of the night Seth and Hardy found themselves lucky to only have tire scuff marks and a dented fender in Hardy’s car. Jack blew a head gasket and Bo got caught up in a wreck but escaped with minor damage to the rear body work.

At the end of the last race, Hardy and Seth were ready to call it a night. Everyone seemed ready. But the fans came across the track from the stands and filtered into the pit. Seth, then Hardy met each one that lined up at their cars, signing autographs and making small talk. When the last person finally stepped up, a tall lanky teen with short black hair and green eyes.

“You want an autograph?” asked Seth holding out his hand.

“Seth? No, I have your autographs. I just wanted to see you guys before you left.”

Hardy recognized the boy first, stepping closer. “Henry? I didn’t recognize you without your glasses.”

“Henry?!” Seth repeated.

“I got contacts” said Henry.

“We can see. And the haircut looks good too” Seth complimented Henry, who blushed red.

“Thanks. There were too many wrecks tonight; you guys were lucky, especially in that last race.”

“Tell me about it” Hardy replied, “Henry, we need to go. I’m beat and…”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll catch you later.”

Seth and Hardy climbed into their trucks and pulled into the slow-moving line that was heading to the exit. They would skip the diner and once unloaded, even skip messing around for neither were in the mood after the night’s races. They showered and piled into bed, with Seth spooned up to Hardy’s back where they quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next week, everything was different. The drivers were in a groove, with wrecks in only two races. The crowd seemed to even cheer louder on a perfect cloudless night for racing. And Hardy won his first race. At the end of the night, there were more fans than usual, lined up to get an autograph or just say a few words about how much they enjoyed seeing him win. At the end of the night, fans milling back to the parking lot, Henry was the last to approach, as usual for him. He was grinning when he approached, congratulating Hardy and asking for a picture of the two of them.

“Thanks, Hardy” said Henry as he took his cell phone back from Seth. He started to speak again, but Jack and Bo came over and the drivers fell into a conversation about the race, so he eased away, disappointed, for he still had not asked the question he had been wanting to ask for the last two weeks.

Seth pulled into drive followed by Hardy, both so wound up they laughed like mischievous schoolboys. The cars were pushed into their spaces, and the trucks and trailers parked. Seth leaned against his racecar while watching Hardy come toward him from the workbench. Hardy smiled wickedly as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He undid his pants and worked them down each leg, staggering forward, not stopping in his approach of Seth.

“What are you doing?” Seth asked with mock surprise.

“Getting naked.”

“And why are you doing that?”

“Because I’m going to fuck you.”

“You are?”

“Yes. Then you’re going to do me.”

Seth stood and slipped his shirt off, tossing it over the top of the car as Hardy came up to him, naked, cock already half hard. Hardy immediately began to undo Seth’s pants and didn’t stop till he was on his knees tossing them to the side. He moved up and licked Seth’s cock, dragged his tongue up its elongating length till his nose was buried in the pubic hair above it. He could smell the track, the odors of a racecar after a hard run, and beneath it he could smell Seth. He tongued the shaft, moved along its length and took the head in his mouth. He felt it flare out wider, thicker as he took inch after inch, making Seth moan.

Hardy kept up the manipulation of Seth’s cock till it angled upward, wet and glistening, and he stood up and pushed him back over the hood of racecar. He moved up between the legs Seth held spread apart and put his own erection to the tight rosebud exposed to him. He pressed against it and heard Seth begging him to do it, to put it in him. He pushes harder and watches the head of his cock squeeze through the tightness and he keeps pushing, sinking inch after inch into Seth till his abdomen is pressed against his ass.

Hardy was too wound up, to eager for release and he fucked to cum. Fucked with full strokes, burying cock into Seth’s depths over and over, till he couldn’t hold back. He slammed inward all the way and cried out as his cock flexed in Seth’s hole, ejaculating wad after wad till spent. He eased back and stood panting while watching Seth come to his feet. His cock hung half hard and dripping. He was still aroused, ready for Seth to do him. He moved to the hood and lay his chest over it feeling the warm metal against his skin as Seth kicked his legs apart. A wet cock rubbed along his spread ass cheeks, then pushed against his tightness. He reached back and spread his cheeks, urging Seth to fuck him.

“Fuck me…come on…do it…stick me” Hardy pleaded, then banged his head against the hood as Seth did as asked and breached his tightness, pushing all the way into his depths. Hands held his waist as cock plunged into his depths over and over and over. He felt the bump of Seth against his ass, the sense of it increased by the sound of their bodies smacking together. It echoed in the garage.

“Fuck…fuck...FUCK” Seth uttered between gasps for breath, as he hammered cock inside Hardy’s hole.

The hands tightened, Seth’s pace became ragged, irregular, and Hardy knew he was close. He felt his own erection pressed against the fender for he wanted more, still too aroused to call it a night. Seth cried out and slammed his abdomen against Hardy’s ass and tried to jam his cock even deeper as he shuddered with release.

Hardy opened his eyes as he felt Seth slip free, always disliking the empty feeling after a good fuck. He raised up and turned to Seth who was turning to lean against the car. Seth put one arm on the top and started to put his weight on the car when he froze, eyes looking toward the open garage door. Hardy turned to where Seth was looking and saw at the edge of the light two legs with the upper body in dark shadow of someone who was watching them.

“Jesus…” Seth exclaimed as he started toward the door.

“Fuck…no, no, no” Hardy rambled as Seth ran toward the door after the person who fled as soon as they realized Seth was coming for them. Hardy leaned over the hood of the car imaging all the ways it was bad if someone went public with what they saw. He imaged it getting to the shop, and worse back to the other drivers at the track. He sat up and looked around the room for his clothes, moving slowly to pick them up. He slipped on his jeans and tossed his boxers and shirt on the hood of the racecar, then leaned back against the fender waiting on Seth to return.

Hardy heard scuffling, voices, one stern, the other pleading. Then he saw Seth, naked, come into the light from the open garage door dragging Henry, holding him by the arm at the elbow.

“I’m sorry…please, Seth, I won’t say anything” Henry was pleading as Seth dragged him into the garage and to where Hardy stood. “I won’t say anything Hardy; I promise. Please let me go.”

When Seth let Henry go, he stood still, knowing he couldn’t run again. Seth put on his jeans and t-shirt then came over with a stool from the work bench, setting it by Henry.

“Sit” Seth barked then went to stand by Hardy.

“Henry, why in the fuck are you here…now of all times” Hardy asked, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“I…I just…”

“Spit it out. For fuck’s sake Henry, what do you want? You want to hurt us for some reason?”

“NO! Never, I just wanted to ask you something and…”

“Why not ask at the track?” Hardy demanded, leaning toward him, his face red with anger and frustration.

“I tried, but…”

“But you didn’t, and you came here and saw us” Seth interjected, his voice sounded defeated. “Now what? You say you want tell anyone, but Henry, it’s hard for someone to keep a secret and all you have to do is tell one person, just one person and…”

“But I won’t tell…I promise Seth…Hardy, I won’t…” Henry replied, tears streaming down his face. He wiped the side of his hand and forearm across his nose and tried to stifle his crying.

“How can we believe you? How can we know a day won’t come when you do tell? That you don’t get mad at us for something or just the desire to share this secret with someone?” Seth asked as Hardy leaned against the racecar looking madder and madder. For Hardy, it was like his whole life was about to end.

“I promise Seth. I won’t tell because…”

“Because what?” Hardy stood to his feet and demanded. “Because?”

Henry, with tears still pooling in his eyes and running down his face, look at Hardy defiantly, eyes wide open, and replied in a loud exasperated voice. “Because I’m gay too. OKAY?”

The three of them sat around the dining room table, Hardy drying his hair with a towel, while Seth passed Henry a glass of water. They were calm and relaxed after talking with Henry about being gay and how the others at the track would not accept it. Seth and Hardy saw Henry show a resolve not seen before when he told them he knew all too well. There was more to the reply, something not spoken, and they saw Henry look away.

“Henry? What was it you wanted to ask?” asked Hardy, leaned back in his chair, finally showing a relaxed posture.

“I wanted to see if I could help you guys in the pits.”

“That’s it? That is what you were so afraid to ask at the track?” replied Hardy.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I thought you would just consider me some…sissy, and tell me no.”

“You’ve been bullied at school? Call sissy?” asked Seth.

“Sometimes. And at home too by my stepbrother.”

“Fuck” whispered Hardy, looking down at the floor.

“We can’t pay you Henry. It cost us to race and…”

“I don’t’ want any pay. I just want to hang out in the pits and watch what goes on.”

Seth looked over at Hardy and nodded his head ever so slightly. Hardy turned back to Henry and nodded his head as he replied. “Okay, Henry. It might be safer for us since we can keep an eye on ya” he said, winking at Henry, smiling for the first time since they caught him.

Henry looked surprised then quickly smiled at the realization he was going to get into the pits to help Seth and Hardy.

The weeks passed, and spring turned into summer, far sooner than the calendar. Each Friday found Seth and Hardy at the track, prepping the cars and getting ready for time trails. Around six-thirty or seven, Henry would come into the pits, his day’s assignments done for the weekend, ready to help. He checked tire pressures, helped Seth or Hardy get secured in the car when ready to go out on the track, and handed out the tools requested when adjustments were being made. Other drivers parked next to Seth or Hardy eventually sought Henry’s help. It kept him busy, running from car to car, and more importantly, it made him feel needed, useful in some way.

Henry graduated high school in May and with plans for college that fall, had the summer remaining to enjoy himself. He would show up at Seth and Hardy’s place in the afternoon and helped with washing the cars, then after riding with one of the guys to the track, helped with the early preparations to make the cars ready to do time trails. It seemed the summer would fall into its own rhythm as the last spring had done. Henry seemed complacent in how everything was unfolding. He was lonely in a manner, but being around Seth and Hardy, role models he was emulating, he found a place of comfort, knowing things had to be different in college, just as life was different for Hardy and Seth after high school when the two of them met. He envisioned how different college was going to be, more progressive, less judgmental, or so he hoped. He had visited the campus, and unbeknownst to his parents, visited the LGBTQIA support group on campus, signing up as a freshman for the fall semester.

But life has a way of steering one down a different path.

It was the first Friday of June, a hot, muggy day, that would cool very little once the sun went down. Heat radiated off the paved track and guys milled around in the pits in t-shirts, tank tops or shirtless, sweating with any exertion. Seth was under his car tightening a clamp on the exhaust system that had worked loose and Hardy was leaned against his car, fanning gnats away talking to the two long legs sticking out. Henry came from Seth’s truck carrying a flashlight for Seth, who wanted to look around the underside further before lowering the jacks.

Other drivers kept pulling in and suddenly one pulled in next to Hardy. It was Bo with his dually Dodge, car in tow on the trailer. Hardy waved without really looking till he noticed a hand waving back from the passenger side. It was a young guy with the same dark red hair as Bo, and he at first wondered if it was Bo’s son, but remembered Robert didn’t care about racing and never bothered to help his dad.

Bo and the guy climbed out of the Dodge and went to work unloading the car. Hardy moved around to the other side of car and with a handheld over his eyes to block the sun, watched Bo and they guy undo the straps.

“You ready to race that bucket of bolts?” asked Hardy.

Looking over without standing up, Bo smiled. “It’ll beat your excuse for a racecar.”

The two of them smiled at the other.

“You need some help? Henry is not busy at the moment.” Hardy didn’t know why he offered Henry’s help but seeing the young guy with Bo struggle with one of the straps let him know it was his first time coming to the track.

“Sure, if he’s not busy.”

“Henry! You want to help Bo?”

“Yes” came Henry’s reply from the other side of the car where he had been on his knees at Seth’s side. Henry came around and moved up to the trailer and Hardy saw how he slowed once he spotted the other guy. There was the lingering look, the measuring up of the new guy, and more.

“Hey, Henry, you want to set the ramps?” asked Bo as he undid another strap.

“Sure thing, Bo.”

Henry walked toward the rear of the trailer and as he passed the other guy, their eyes met for a brief second, then both looked away. Hardy saw the blush of Henry’s face and wondered if it had been a mistake to get Henry to help them. The guy moved to the other side of the car and Henry’s eyes followed him as he set one ramp down.

“Okay, boys stand back” said Bo as he climbed into the car after it was ready to drive off the trailer. It started with a loud rumble and settled into a throaty idle. Henry stood on the passenger side and the guy stood on the other, both looking from Bo behind the wheel then back at each other.

“You see it too?” said Seth as he moved up next to Hardy.

“What?”

Seth chuckled, then nodded his head toward Henry.

“Oh, that. I see it.”

“Who’s the boy with Bo?”

“Don’t know, but we’ll soon find out” replied Hardy as they watched Bo shut off the racecar and climb out.

Henry moved over close, leaning against the rear fender while Seth and Hardy leaned against the front. They watched Bo come around his car and with the young guy falling in beside him, making their way over.

“Hey guys, I want to introduce my nephew…” said Bo stopping when he saw his nephew move in front of him, hand extended.

“I’m Chris.”

“I’m Seth.”

“Seth, and you must be Hardy.”

“Yes.”

“And you're Henry?” Chris asked, moving to Henry.

“Yes.”

“Henry. I’m Chris. I’m glad to meet ya.”

“Chris is staying with us over the summer. His folks are moving to Germany and…”

“I didn’t want to move for three months then make the trip back to start college.”

“Where are you going?” asked Henry, focusing his eyes on Chris, looking away, then back again.

“University of Florida.”

“Really?” replied Henry.

“That’s where you’re going” said Seth.

“Seriously? That’s great, what are…” said Chris, his voice fading away as he led Henry to the front of Hardy’s truck.

“I think Chris has found himself a friend” said Bo watching the two boys move up to the cab of Hardy’s truck.

“Yeah…friends…” Hardy uttered in a low voice, trying not to laugh.

The next two Friday nights found Bo parked next to Hardy and Seth, with Henry and Chris helping whichever of the three of them needed it. A routine was developed, and the races passed more often, than not, trouble tree. And once the races began, Henry and Chris able to sit or stand in the bed of one of the trucks and watch, got to know each other better. To learn of the other’s background, to trade fleeting glances, smiles that made Henry blush and Chris look away.

Seth and Hardy saw how things were unfolding, recognized aspects of it, even though Henry and Chris were different, neither like Hardy nor Seth. They recognized the fleeting glances, the shared smiles and the accidental touches, hands reaching for the same thing, only for both to pull away deferring to the other. But the real difference between Henry and Chris versus Seth and Hardy was Henry, despite his shyness, was bold enough to pursue Chris by the third weekend. Hardy overheard Henry ask Chris to hang out the next day, to come over to his house to play video games, adding how his parents would be gone for the day. The boys helped the three of them prep for races, cheered them on from the back of Hardy’s truck and at the night’s end, Seth with his first win with Bo second and Hardy fifth, they loaded up the cars to end the night.

Henry and Chris stood by Bo’s truck when they were ready to head out, and Hardy leaned out the window to hear what was being said, for he’d already told Seth about the boy’s plans the next day.

“I’ll see you around 12:30?” asked Henry.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“You have my address?  2367 Cypress Mill Road…”

“I got it Henry. I’ll see you tomorrow” interrupted Chris and he reached out and squeezed Henry’s arm just above the wrist. “I’m looking forward to spending the day with you.”

Hardy started his truck and looked over at Seth. There was a shared look, one that made Seth laugh.

Henry

 We know this story. How it unfolds. Two boys left alone to explore their desires. Chris arrived at 12:18, knocking nervously on the back door. He wore cargo shorts for they were loose able to conceal any aroused state he may find himself, if it was too soon. And he wore a tank top, loose fitting, low cut revealing much of his upper body. He had played baseball and wrestled, and it had made him fill out, become muscular over the last couple of years and he was proud of the results of all his efforts. It had given him confidence when he struggled with his own sexuality. His arms bulged with muscle and his torso changed from a flat skinny shape to one that had strong shoulders and upper chest and tapered down to a narrow waist. It made him feel like a man. When the other boys made taunting derogatory comments toward another boy, calling him queer and faggot, Chris knew he was the one they should be aiming the taunts, not Simon, who was just skinny and awkward. He was the one that was different and becoming strong and muscular was his shield against the possible taunts that could come his way.

Henry had spent the entire morning changing the linens on the bed, cleaning up his room and the bathroom off the hall. He wanted everything perfect, nothing to ruin what he hoped would be his first time with another boy. A day of intimacy he had so longed for he couldn’t remember a time that was different. He wore a pair of faded and frayed jeans, low waisted, barely able to stay up around his skinny waist. He was still skinny, could see it in the mirror ever time he dressed. But he also knew he was filling out some. The collar bone wasn’t as visible, nor his rib cage. Working with Seth and Hardy, then his summer job at the garden center, one started before graduation, he saw his arms beginning to show definition. Muscle flexing with every lift and it had begun to feel good. To make him feel like a man, no longer a little boy. He felt enough confidence to wear a t-shirt with the sleeves removed. He liked the way it hung on him, loose around the waist, the soft cotton caressing his skin when he moved. He felt his sexuality, the flex of his cock as it thickened comfortably in the crotch of his jeans. And dressed such, he opened the door.

The video controllers lay on the floor before the low console with its flat screen television. Music played through the speakers connected to the desktop computer and the light was off, the blinds closed leaving the room in a soft glow of reflected daylight. Lying on the bed, legs draped over the side was Henry, his shirt removed and his jeans open. Between his legs, down on knees was Chris, his fingers fumbling with the jeans and boxers as he moved up closer.

Henry closed his eyes and let his hands lay on the bed either side of him as he felt the body between his legs. He remembered the image of the bare upper body, skin smooth and stretched tight over muscles when Chris had slipped the tank top off, letting it drop to the floor. He pictured it between his legs as he felt its presence. The brush against his thighs, the arms lying over each one, and the soft exhale of warm breath over his stomach just above the waistband of his briefs. He felt the press of lips to his cock, felt them move along its growing length. They closed over head and sucked through the soft fabric and he balled up each fist wondering how it could possibly feel any better than this. He felt the tug on his briefs and jeans, and he raised his ass. The feel of everything sliding down, his cock suddenly free, flopping back against his abdomen made him feel his exposure. The complete revealing of himself to Chris. He helped work each foot free till he was naked. Hands moved up each leg, the touch so light as to be ticklish, then he felt them rub up his thighs and past his cock as lips touched his sac. A tongue worked his nuts around, then lips closed over one tugging it tight causing him to moan, the first of many to come. The hands moved over his stomach and chest as lips moved up along his cock till enclosing over the head, making his shiver with the sensation.

Henry was in Chris’ mouth, the slick heat of it too much. He was hard as a rock. He felt every touch, every ministration of tongue and lips. He pushed up and Chris took him, every inch. He felt the way the lips were wrapped tight around the base of his cock, nose pushed into his pubic hair and abdomen, and he pushed up harder, trying to get further into that mouth. Up and down the length of his cock, those lips moved. And at the head, tongue toyed with it, swirled around its flared form and bore into the slit till he cried out, vocalizing his state of arousal.

“FUCK…oh…oh…yes...”

As the mouth moved on Henry’s cock, he felt fingers touch him, rake over the skin below his sac and he spread his legs encouraging it, wanting to feel those fingers go further, to move down and touch him down there. And the fingers did his bidding, moving down till rubbing at his tight rosebud. He moaned at the touch then shuddered when one penetrated him, pushed through his tightness and bore into his hole. He opened to it, wanting it to go on, to penetrate him as deeply as possible.

He felt the finger move inside him, twist and turn, working in and out. The sensations it created were exceeded only by the lips on his cock. Every aspect of the moment was focused on the sensations Chris was creating. Two fingers pushed through his tightness and stretch him open further. He moans and pushes toward the hand, giving himself to the penetration. He wants to cum. He struggles not to, for he wants it to last all afternoon.

The fingers pull free, his cock is released, and he feels the grasp of each hand behind his knees and the subsequent lifting. He opens his eyes and leans up to watch Chris move up, pushing his legs apart and back. Chris is naked and he wonders when the shorts were removed, then he marvels at the masculine nature of the body moving over him. The muscular chest, the flat perfectly defined stomach and the thick curved cock pointing his way, moving closer and closer, as he folded in half. His lays back and feels the way his ass lifts, angled up for Chris, a natural alignment that lets that leaking cock touch his opening, rake over it, spurring him to want it.

“Fuck me, do it…stick it in me” Henry pleads, and Chris pushes thick cock into his hole, stretching him open even more. “OH, fuck…me” he cries out as Chris pins his legs to the bed and begins to fuck, to drive into his depths. For a brief moment, he pictures Seth fucking Hardy, the way they moved together, and he wonders how he and Chris would look to them.

Henry rocks in rhythm with Chris’ fuck. His moans reverberating with the movement, mirrored by the bed’s squeaks and taps against the wall. Everything noise is related to their fuck. Every movement. Chris fucks slowly at first, full powerful thrusts into the depths of Henry’s body. But as their arousal grows more intense, the need to push for release overwhelming, Chris fucks faster, harder, jamming cock in Henry’s depths. The taps against the wall grow louder till the bed is banging against it. The rocking motion adds to the sense of their fuck. Henry clings to the bed, then with arms wrapped around the sweating muscular torso, he clings to Chris.

Henry kisses Chris on the neck, nips at the skin, then pleads for Chris to cum.

Chris raises his head and cries out as he jams his cock all the way inside Henry and keeps jamming against the upturned ass. He shudders with release till spent.

Henry feels for the first time the full weight of Chris as he lays panting on top of him. The sweating body against his own, the contact between them slick. He feels hot exhales against his neck, then soft kisses followed by a whispered “Thanks, Henry.”

Then Chris is moving over him, quickly, with determination. “Don’t move” Chris exclaimed as he straddled Henry. He held up Henry’s leaking cock, flexing with need as he moved down to it. He let his weight carry him down, Henry stretching him open then sinking into his depths. “Oh, fuck…that feels good.”

Chris didn’t hesitate once seated on Henry’s cock. He moved up and back down, over and over, till in a steady rhythm, fucking himself on Henry’s cock.

Henry didn’t close his eyes, not this time. He watched Chris move on him. The muscular body straining with its exertions as it sank down on his cock, then move upward, the tight ring of Chris’ opening tugging on his cock. He watched the half-hard cock, still dripping with cum, smack against his stomach, growing harder and harder. He reached for it and stroked it to full hardness making Chris move faster, rougher, rocking his hips once all the way down. He ran his fingers down the slick shaft and toyed with the head making Chris shiver. Then he watched Chris lift upward till his cock almost slipped free, just the head inside of him.

“Fuck me, fuck me Henry” Chris pleaded, and Henry drove his cock upward, working his hips. He fucked Chris till his stomach muscles burned, and he kept fucking. Chris stroked his own cock while taking his fuck. It was too much, the stimulation far too great to continue. He pushed down on Chris’ thighs while shoving upward, pushing his spurting cock deeply inside him. He kept thrust upward with every ejaculation till he was spent. When he fell back, Chris settled on down on his waist, cock still buried in his ass and masturbated till cum sprayed Henry on the chest and stomach.

“FUCK, that was awesome” Chris exclaimed in a breathless voice as he leaned forward laying on top of Henry.

It was their first time, but not the last. They showered together and Chris sucked Henry to full erection then leaned against the tile wall to be fucked once again. Back in the bedroom, Henry lay on his stomach and took Chris in a slow fuck that seemed to last for the longest time. By the time Henry’s parents returned they were spent.

They would meet on Sunday and fuck in Chris’ SUV behind the abandoned mill on the edge of town. The next Tuesday, it was down on the dirt lane that led to the old logging camp on the river. By the next Friday night, the two of them were in constant communication. When they could get together next, where they could find privacy, and at times, how they could meet in college, sometimes suggesting they room together. It seemed to be asking too much, and neither pushed the subject.

At the track, it was obvious to Seth and Hardy. The way Chris and Henry interacted, the burst of laughter for no apparent reason, and how they seemed to work together with such coordination that even Bo began to take notice. By night’s end, the cars loaded up and the fans dispersing, Bo strolled over next to Seth, leaning against the bed of the truck.

“Can I ask you something?” Bo asked, his eyes following Chris who was talking animatedly to Henry with hand gestures that showed an excitement between them.

"Yeah, sure; what’s up?” Seth replied, suddenly feeling anxious, seeing where Bo was looking.

“Henry and Chris…this friendship. It seems more than that, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” Seth asked, not sure what tact to take to change the subject.

Bo looked around at Seth, then over the bed of the truck to Hardy who was putting away the last of his tools, then back to Seth. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“What? No…why would you say that?”

“Tell me Seth, when you look over there, you don’t see it?”

“I…”

“There’s something going on between them, and…” Bo swung around to face Seth, “just as there’s something going on between Hardy and you. Look me in the eye and deny it.”

Seth exhales and looks up into the dark sky then back at Bo, shaking his head. “I can’t deny it. You know I can’t. But Bo…will you not say anything to the others. If you…”

“I’m not going to say anything. I don’t like it, not one bit. And Chris…Fuck…” Bo exclaims, then falls silent as Hardy comes up next to Seth.

Hardy sees immediately something isn’t right, the worried look on Seth’s face and the stern look on Bo’s, who still watches Chris and Henry. “Shit” Hardy mumbles, then kicks at the ground. “Son-of-a-B-I-T-C-H” Hardy exclaims as he turns slowly around with his hands on his head as if surrendering.

“Chris is staying with me this summer because of what happened just before his graduation. He was supposed to be with my brother and his wife, off to see Europe, then come back to start college, but…” Bo leans against the truck, his body relaxing, no fight in him, “it seems Chris had a secret; a boy he was seeing from a neighboring community and, well, his mom caught them in Chris’ room when the boys thought they would be alone. I don’t know why I did it, but…they were going to kick him out at first, but they came to their senses.”

“So you took him in, knowing he was gay?” asked Seth.

“Yeah…I knew. I just thought it might be some experimenting on his part. Just playing around, but…”

“It’s not something you decide on, like what to wear or to eat.”

“You know, there’s been some talk about you boys, some of the other driver’s wondering if there is something going on. I think most are afraid to say anything in front of the two of you. Afraid Hardy might run them off the track, I suspect,” Bo chuckled then looked over at Hardy, who had calmed down and was squatted in front of Seth, looking up at them.

“You going to tell?” asked Hardy, looking up at Bo, his face stern.

“No…I’m not going to say anything, but you know, sooner or later, it will probably come out.”

“Just as long as it is later” Hardy mumbled, then stood up and walked around to his truck.

“What about Chris? What are you going to do?” asked Seth.

“I don’t know. It would be a good southern move to just ignore it, right?”

Seth chuckles uneasily, then looks across at Chris and Henry, who are looking their way. “I don’t think you can ignore it, not completely, but you can just step back and let Chris live his life, even if you don’t understand it” Seth replies, then pushes off his truck and calls out, “Hey, you guys ready to go?”

“Yes” Chris and Henry say in unison, then Henry adds, “Are we going to the diner? We’re starving.”

Seth looks over at Bo, who nods, a resolved look on his face, “yeah, sure, I could use something too” Bo says to Seth.

“Come on guys, lets go eat something. Who’s riding with whom?” Seth exclaims as Henry leads Chris around.

“We’re going to ride with Hardy. He plays better music” said Henry as they pass Bo and Seth.

The truce is made, the weeks pass, and Bo never mentions it again, not about Chris and Henry, and not about Hardy and Seth. And he doesn’t pull away, parking each Friday next to them, jumping in to help, and at the end of the night, driving to the diner to have a late night breakfast before calling it a night.

Come fall, the leaves dropping rapidly from the trees, but the temperatures still warm, Bo finds himself next to Hardy and Seth, just the three of them. They help each other prep, cheer for whoever is on the track and when Hardy gets into a wreck that bend a fender in on the rear wheel, he brings over a long metal shaft and helps bend it out. They go to the diner after the race, Hardy and Seth on one side and he on the other. All during the night, none of them talk about the absence of Henry and Chris, both at college, staring their freshman year. They didn’t mention how they missed them, the help in the pits and the cheering and encouragement. But in the booth, their orders placed, Seth looks at their reflection in the window, then back to Bo.

“I hate to say it, but I miss them” said Seth.

“Me too” replied Bo and Hardy nods his head, looking down at the table.

“Have you heard from Chris?” asked Seth.

“Last night. He called to wish me luck and tell me how he wished he was here to help. I guess you know those two are sharing a dorm room.”

“Yep. Henry told us back in the summer they had made arrangements.”

“You think it is a good idea? I mean…what if they find they want to date others?”

“That is for them to figure out” Hardy interjected, sitting up, looking from Bo to Seth.