Track Fun

    Christian and I love going to the local races on Saturday nights. It is just something that we can do for little money and lots of fun. We pack up a cooler full of beer and off we go. We go down a few hours early and watch qualifying, then leave for awhile to get more beer, come back, and watch the races. It’s great to sit there listening to the sounds of the cars on the track, the smells of food, and roars from the crowd. Around here, it’s a big event every week, because there is really nothing else to do.

    Last Saturday, we weren’t sure we were going to go at all. It looked like it was going to rain, but we decided that we would take a chance and go anyway. If it didn’t rain long, they had the capability to dry the track pretty fast, since it was small, and get the race going.

    Once at the track, we got to the seats we liked, cracked open a beer, and waited. We were surprised to find that not many people came. It was basically empty but they said they would try to run anyway.

    As we waited for qualifying to start, the clouds grew darker. Without much sprinkling, it started to rain at a pretty good clip. We went under the bleachers to stay dry, but we were still determined to see the races if they were going to run them. And what the heck, we didn’t have anything else to do anyway.

    We could hear from across the track the sounds of racecars revving up. They were still preparing for qualifying even during the rain. I love the sound of the engines. It is actually a turn on for me.

    “I love that sound of the cars.  It’s the best, other than you moaning.  It makes me incredibly horny.   Look at this rock hard cock,” he said, almost as if reading my mind.   He took his cock out of his jeans. He didn’t seem bothered by anyone seeing us. After all, no one was really there.  “You like it?” He asked. 

    “Yeah.  Let me see.”  He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it slowly. It was already so hard.  Just watching him enjoying himself made me extremely hard.

    I took my cock out, and did the same as he did. It felt so good to stroke my cock and have him watch. It was equally as exciting knowing that we might get caught. 

    “I love watching you jack off, and it’s great having you watch me,” I said.

    I reached over and put my fingers to his balls and cupped them before tickling over them. He moaned loudly.  Then I couldn’t help myself but to move his cock out his hand and into mine. 

 

    “Well, take me.  Suck my big cock,” Christian said.  My lips went straight to it.  His moaning told me that he liked it.   I kept sucking faster and deeper until I got him all the way in my mouth. He thrust his hips so that he was fucking my mouth over and over. My own cock was so hard, I nearly came without any help. Before long, he was moaning and his juices burst into my mouth. It was the biggest turn on to drink his cum. Once he stopped cumming, I whipped out my own cock.  

    “Suck me now,” I said. He went to his knees and took me right into his mouth. He grabbed my hips and pushed me deeper into his mouth. I looked down, watching him take it in deep. That was all I could handle. I began to moan and then cum deep down his throat. He swallowed every ounce of my cum. It was the best. 

    Moments after we had been fulfilled, the rain stopped and people started to file into place to start drying the bleachers. We zipped up our pants and scurried out from under the bleachers.  As we sat down, we grinned at each other. I looked around then, wondering if someone would be able see us and know what we had been up to during the rain delay.