Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2012 23:10:28 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Grand Podunkian Caper, Try #2

			 MY GRAND PODUNKIAN CAPER
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     It was once again nearing time for the Great Race. I had told Mikros
about the actions of his cousin Vlados, only to find out that he had known
about it for quite some time.
     "But what about our bets?" I had practically wailed when I heard that
answer. I had put twenty doshas, nearly seventy American dollars, into
Mikros' hands so that he could again parlay his unlikely athletic
hero-cousin into a second hefty win at the betting offices. Podunkia lived
for the Great Race not the least because the betting was the real event and
every one of the three thousand or so inhabitants would take part in
it. This tiny land, formed in an unclaimed area at the very nexus of
Austria, Hungary and Slovenia, had remained free since the dissolution of
the Austro-Hungarian Empire...somehow. And was proudly free and justly
proud of being free because, to be blunt, nobody could find the place if
they didn't know where it was!
     The Great Race itself was only two kilometers long, a bit more than a
mile. The average race time was a half hour. Think about it. The best
runners couldn't manage two kilometers in a half hour on a track that was
basically level. Why not?
     The track went into a park off-limits during the race. A rule honored
more in the breach than in the observance, the bushes were loaded with
hunky men chosen by the bettors to waylay and delay the runners with sexual
favors. The runners knew these men were there, they chose to run for that
very reason.
     Vlados had chosen to run for that reason last year. Only he was a
pudgy, unattractive man and nobody had wanted him, leaving him to run the
entire race, and win, unencumbered. You never saw a more downcast runner in
your life!
     I had returned some two months ago to Podunkia to write more about
their tiny country, only to find that Vlados had been on a massive
diet-and-exercise regimen and had turned himself from a pudgy out-of-shape
winner into a hunkalicious, muscular loser! Leaving Mikros and me set to
lose our bets along with him! The bets against Vlados the year before had
been like 18-1 against him, so do the math and you'll feel my pain. And all
Mikros had told me to do was show up two days before the race and be
prepared to follow his lead!
     I'd hoped when I went with Mikros to see Vlados that he had somehow
brought Vlados off his diet and turned him flabby again. Instead, Vlados
was...gorgeous! That face had never been that hideous even when he'd been a
bloated hulk, but now it was taut-cheeked, square jawed, blue-eyed,
sandy-tousled hair, atop a body that bulged with biceps, pulsed with pecs,
abounded with abs. Damn! The guy I wouldn't have looked at twice last year
was now a stud I couldn't take my eyes off of! Seeing him standing in the
doorway of his house was like looking at a statue standing in the frame of
an alcove!
     "Vlados, my cousin!" Mikros said and hugged Vlados heartily.
     "Mikros, cousin and friend!" Vlados said to him and those massive arms
went around Mikros and as I saw them stroke Mikros' back languidly, I
damned near creamed my pants!
     "And this, Vlados, is my American friend," Mikros gave Vlados my name
and said more about me, but I had stopped hearing because Vlados was
stepping over to give me the same greeting he had given Mikros.
     I took the opportunity of being held by this new-born hunk to press my
cock against his (this was Podunkia, and male-male sex was simply a part of
their life, an erection was a compliment of sorts!), and Vlados felt it,
shifted, and let me feel his own sausage in his pants, still slack but
stiffening nicely when he broke it off.
     "You are American?" Vlados said to me when he let go of me.
     "Yes, from Boston." I agreed.
     "That is most interesting." Vlados' command of English was stilted but
very understandable. "I am hoping to see America soon."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yes, I study the English so I can go. I win the race again this year,
I make enough on my bet to buy a ticket to America." Vlados enthused.
     "Yeah?" I suddenly felt discomfited. If Vlados expected to win....
     "My American friend knows all this." Mikros intercepted smoothly. "And
he wants to stay with you during his time here in Podunkia. So you can
practice your English and learn more about his country?"
     "You would do this?" Vlados asked me.
     "Follow my lead." Mikros had said. "Sure." I agreed, nodding like an
idiot.
     "That would be...marvelous!" and Vlados showed his appreciation by
grabbing me again and giving me a big mouth-on-mouth kiss! Enthusiastic,
not passionate but I wasn't complaining.
     "Come in, come in!" he gushed. "This is...marvelous! Very, very
marvelous!"
     "Yeah." I agreed, looking back at Mikros. Who had taken off, turning
only to wave bye-bye to me!
     I would have stood stock-still, baffled, but Vlados dragged me
inside. "Come, come, my home, it is your home!" He was eager as any student
of English would be at such a chance.
     I looked around. Podunkia isn't the most technologically advanced
country in the world (I swear, their electricity came through by an
extension cord run in from Austria! Okay, two extension cords!), but this
was peasant-poor. A table and chair, a simple kitchen with wood-burning
stove for cooking, and a bed against another wall. That was it. A one-room
home. I was staying here?
     "You be comfortable here, yes?" Vlados said at my elbow.
     "Yes, but, uh," I said. "There's only the one bed."
     "It is big enough bed." Vlados said, and now his face was nearly at my
ear. He was leaning over; I hadn't noticed last year how tall he was, more
than six foot. "We both can sleep in it at one time."
     "But it's only about four foot wide." I said. "To sleep in that, we'll
have to sleep on top of each other."
     "Yes, yes." And Vlados' arms went around me a third time, this time
from behind and his chin rested on my shoulder and his hands cupped both my
breasts at once and he squeezed them gently. "You Americans are
so...exciting." he explained to me. "I am very...stimulated to have you
here."
     His word choice was odd, but when you add that to the hard shaft
pressing against my buttocks, a better word would be hard to come up with,
limited English or not! I just laid my own head back and turned my face and
let him kiss me. I couldn't believe how much he had changed. Damn it, he
DESERVED to win the race this year if anyone did! All those other hunks,
running only to let themselves be sidetracked by a pretty face. Wanting to
be sidetracked! Anyone who ran seriously could win it!
     "You run that race and win it, Vlados!" I said when he let my mouth
go. "And you can come to America and stay with me in Boston."
     "I like that." Vlados said, as he let me turn in his arms to face
him. "I like that very much." And our cocks clashed in our clothes as I
hugged him to me and his hands went down to clutch my buttocks. Then lifted
me up bodily, I wrapped my legs around his taut hips and he carried me over
to the bed like that, lay me down underneath him and now the only
impediment to making love with him was our clothes.
     But Vlados turned it into a game, he was surprisingly adept at
unbuttoning my shirt, undoing my pants and belt, lifting off my shoes and
socks, all the while not releasing his hold on me. Everything but my pants
he took off without even releasing his hold on me. For himself, he managed
the entire menagerie of clothing without moving, though my hold on him was
often the only thing keeping us together. I spent such times paying
attention to that magnificent chest of his, planting kisses on each broad
nipple, running my tongue over those big, bulging muscles, and playing with
the dusting of hair at the midpoint of his breast.
     And now Vlados was lifting my legs up so high I had to let go, and he
peeled my pants off upside down, pulling their legs upwards so that his
hands nearly hit the ceiling and then we were both nude. I couldn't believe
how much he had changed, that chubby guy of last year was gone, so gone,
this majestic god was in his place now, and he was enamored of me, adored
me, wanted me.
     He leaned over and our cocks, now bare and touching each other's
sides, were between us and he was hunching back and forth, rubbing our
cocks back and forth over each other's stomachs and pubic patches, I could
feel the prickly thatch at his groin as it slid over my shaft, tickling and
stroking me in ways that nothing else could have, it was like a feather
with a hundred little feather-ettes working all at once over my dong.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped. "Vlados, I can't believe how you've changed
this last year, I am so fucking turned on by you, so fucking turned on!"
     "I saw you at the Great Race last year." Vlados panted. "Watching the
other runners, and I hoped, maybe he is the one they sent after me to stop
me like the others, but no, you passed me by without a second glance."
     "I know, and I'm sorry." I groaned. "Please, Vlados, let me please you
now, let me be the trophy you gain from this year's Great Race. When you
win, I will be there to give you everything you pass up at the race
track. Let them throw many, many men at you, forget them, for there will be
me, waiting at the end."
     Vlados moaned and he skittered about like an enormous spider might, to
turn himself around on the bed over me, and his thick dong was jutting down
at me and his lips were capturing my own pud with velvet chains that he
fastened with the silken moistness of his tongue. I keened out a moan of
sheer ecstasy and grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth. His prick
was soft, warm, and the head was tipped with a glob of precome as delicate
as a cherry atop a sundae, it melted on my tongue in a pool of slimy
goodness. I shuddered at its flavor, then began to slurp on his dong with a
fervor I normally reserved for my career! I had a hot-as-hell stud in bed
with me, he would follow me back to Boston like a faithful puppy and on top
of that, when he won the Great Race, I'd garner a nice little wad of change
to sweeten the pot. Twenty doshas at 18-1 odds times 3.37 to get conversion
into dollars was.... Enough to stiffen my dick that little extra more!
     Vlados groaned appreciatively, and I was matching him moan-for-moan
and my organ was humming, when Vlados again broke away. "I do you now." He
said, and I saw the light burning in his eyes and didn't argue. You don't
argue when Hercules tells you he wants to bang your ass, you spread your
legs and hope you can handle what's about to be rammed into you!
     Vlados plunged into my ass with an adeptness that belied his chubby
past, that or others had noticed his new-found hunk status before me. His
strokes into me were sure and easy, designed to both thrust himself into me
deeply while not injuring me and maximizing my own pleasure. His muscles
were a finely tuned engine and they plied themselves in harmony to guide
him in smooth liquid motions. I held onto his back, feeling the muscles
rippling under my hands, my legs were holding his thighs, and they were
flexing as he fucked me.
     Again our climaxes built together, Vlados moaning huskily into my ear
as he held me close to him now, we were one body, one soul, one life and
the joy that built was the start of a union that would be everything,
everything!
     And Vlados groaned a soft low sound into my ear and I felt his cock
spurt into my ass, and when he did, my own climax seized me instantly and
forced me to join him, I moaned and sprayed both our stomachs with my hot
seed and he pumped me full and I splattered us liberally and then he was
done and slumped, lying on me heavily, sweat pouring from his body onto
mine and we were like a human puddle of exhausted sexual tension.
     "You and me, in America." Vlados said. "I win the Race tomorrow for
sure."
     "And I'll be at the finish line waiting for you." I promised. "I need
to get back to my hotel to pick up my bags if I'm going to be staying with
you tonight...."
     The next day, I was standing in the town square, watching the runners
getting ready. Most of the runners were the same as the year before, but
two were new. One was the usual farm-fed hunk, but the other... He wasn't
massive, he was whipcord lean and looked like he could run like a cheetah,
and his name was Parlos!
     My God! He might win over Vlados!
     I did the only thing I could think of. I darted toward the other path,
the one that would let me slip into the bushes of the track. I would waylay
this thin Parlos and let my Vlados win!
     Parlos was indeed in the lead, but before I got to him, I saw another
move toward him, saw him smile and go to the side. And next in line was
Vlados. "Go, Vlados, go!" I cheered when I saw him coming.
     I watched him pass me with a wave and a smile, and then I went back to
the finish line to watch him finish.
     Waited a very long time. The winner of the Great Race was Parlos, who
finished the race in twenty-seven minutes. Vlados didn't finish until
nearly thirty-seven minutes, a poor fourth. Which meant....
     Downcast, I turned and nearly ran into Mikros. "There you are!" he
said to me cheerily. "We have won!"
     "But...but Vlados lost!" I nearly wailed.
     "As well he should, with three separate men out to make his race a
long one. I doubt he dallied with more than one or two of those, especially
with you wearing him out all day yesterday.
     "But he lost! And so did we!"
     "No, no, I knew he would lose. I put all our money on Parlos."
     "Parlos?"
     "Of course."
     "But...but Parlos was taken aside." I stammered. "How did you know to
bet on him instead of Vlados?"
     "Everyone throws their kinfolk after the previous year's winner!"
Mikros said almost scornfully. "I had to figure out who would be the one
who would run fastest and yet attract the fewest suitors in the field. That
was Parlos, and the odds on him were 8-1."
     "Oh." I said. "So we won."
     "Indeed we did."
     "But what about Vlados?" I said. "He wanted to go to America, with
me. He wanted the winnings of this year's race to pay for his plane
ticket."
     "Do you want him to come to America with you?"
     "Yeah!" I said.
     "So buy him a ticket." Mikros shrugged. "You have money now."
     Twenty doshas times 8-1 odds times 3.37... "Yeah, I can afford a
ticket for him." I agreed.
     "So go tell him."
     And I moved toward Vlados, who smiled at me ruefully. And it occurred
to me that the real winner of the Great Race this year was me!

				  THE END
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