Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 17:34:44 -0700 (PDT) From: RC Subject: Go Karts [Robert-- Mail to this Yahoo address is bouncing. Please tell me another email address to which I can send correspondence. Thanks, Nifty] Go-Carts By: Robert Courtney Lord123K@yahoo.com I walked around the end of my backyard, next to the fence bordered by an acre of woods. My fingers brushed along the metal links in the fence, skipping over the stickers and such that stuck through. At the gate I exited my yard and walked down the well worn path my brother had ran over, some ten years ago. Now it was me, the only child, and my turn to rule the woods. Heather wasn't home, nor was Lindsy; my two best friends. I dated Heather when I was in sixth grade, and Lindsy in seventh. Now in eighth I've yet to find anyone to date. All the girls are tied up with someone else, or just not interested. I guess there comes a point in a woman's life when her hormones and bodily activities, take preference over everything else. Even us guys. We live behind the middle school. It meant I can get up, get ready, and five minutes before class, walk up the hill in the woods and into the school. Same thing with highschool. Its only a block away, down the steep hill called Colter. On Curtis lived Sammy, and Steven, on Courtney lived Lindsy with me, and on Wells lived Heather. Just to give you an idea of where we all lived. Sammy was the runt of our group, a whopping number of five. He was only five-one for a fourteen year old. Heck, I reached five-eight and still climbing. From there it built in size for us guys. Myself being the next in line with a little muscle and build, and then Steven, the body builder, Mr. Body himself. At his pool parties I'd see him without his shirt on, the jealousy inside my soul raging with envy. I did pushups, sit-ups, and weight lifting every night in the basement. The hard, cold, concrete floor biting at me as I strained to build the body of my dreams. At the green benches I sat down. The green benches, that's just what we called them, cus well....they're green. I think the middle school use to hold class here sometimes back in the late seventies, when smoking was legal in schools. Now its rules, rules, and more rules. There's just something about the woods, a forest, with all its trees, leaves, and animals that brings a bit serenity. I loved to sit in them after school, starring at the sun glimmering through the canopy. A time when the sun was right overhead, kids were walking past on their way home, and the woods had that wood smell, so familiar even in bed at night. The grunting sound startled me from my daydreaming. I pivoted around on the bench and stared down into the woods. The huge oak tree, the considered-central-hub with its swing and boards up the side, dwarfing all around it. I strained to see what was making the noise, but couldn't see anything. Then suddenly a flash of black tore through the underbrush and up the path. I recognized it as a Go-Cart, those wonderful eighties machines we all use to love. It rumbled up the only wide path of the woods, turning around at the end, and roaring back up it again. I watched it for about three laps. Suddenly it veered off and I heard a grinding sound. The engine stopped, and someone cursed. The driver climbed out and threw his helmet aside, and began examining the engine. I walked briskly to where he was. "Hey, need some help?" I asked. I didn't recognize him. His head jerked up, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. I was startled by his face, so soft and clear; he looked about sixteen. He was wearing worn jeans, different colors of grim adorning it, and a white sleeveless shirt. "I don't care..." He sounded irritated, like this wasn't the first time the cart had broken down. I walked closer to the go-cart, its engine stopped, body scared and worn. I watched on as me moved around the go cart, checking various cables and parts. At the engine he bent down and looked around inside. "You wanna help?" He asked looking back up at me. "sure..." I moved to the engine and looked inside next to him. "Hold this tube tube right here, I need to re-connect the gas tank." I did as he instructed. His fingers moved around under the main top portion where the exhaust was. I could feel the heat coming off of it and was trying to hold the tube while avoiding his hands; I didn't want to get burned. He moved around the engine and put his arm across my back. "There..." He must've gotten what he was looking for. "I gotta connect these two and then back to what your holding." He moved closer to me, his body almost touching mine, the heat radiating off his flesh. I could smell the sweaty, musky play smell boys get when they're active and having fun. I was becoming aroused. I'd always called myself straight, and did my best to act it, but sometimes I felt myself slipping. I knew deep down I was probably gay, but didn't want any one else to know. Something about this situation sparked the gayness deep inside of me. I suddenly wanted to be close to him, to touch him, feel the heat radiate from his body like the rays of the sun at the beach. Involuntarily I leaned into him I think, because suddenly our bodies were touching. His arm moved up across my back, and I felt the tuffs of hair under his arms, tickling across my back. At this point I had a full erection, his taller, muscular body dwarfing my smaller waifish body. He could've slapped me right then and I'd still be smiling. "There!" He said with triumph and got up to his feet. "It's fixed. Now if the fuckin thing'll stay in there we can ride." I looked down at the ground, and back up to him. "We?" He suddenly realized what he'd said. "Oh, sure, yeah why not. You're small enough, you could sit in front of me." "Cool!" I said smiling, and rising to my feet. He attached his small helmet to the frame aside the engine. Climbing in he parted his legs as wide as they would go. "Well? Come on, get in." I was all to eager to oblige his wishes. Climbed into the go-cart I got a sudden awkwardness. His legs went to the brake and peddle, and also wrapping around my body. They felt so good, so strong and comforting. I moved back to get comfortable and came into contact with his body, the small of my back against his crotch. He started the engine and I immediately felt the vibrations rocketing to my crotch. The boner which had just gone down, began to rise with force again. He eased on the gas and we turned around and started back up the trail. To be at fact, the woods had many trails both large and small. Previous residents had worn down the ground with their bikes, mopeds, and go-carts. We turned around at the top of the main trail and aimed the cart for the bottom. His foot slammed to the hilt and we took off, the wind whipping through our hair. Over hills, across open spaces, and through leaves and grass we flew. Like a paper airplane flying through class, the teacher oblivious to its flight. Contrary to our speed, I felt very comfortable and safe, wrapped in this protective shell of boy and lust. On the outskirts of the woods was a much wider trail the moped'ers took often. We launched out onto that, nearly spilling into the street. People in their yards scouring at us; delinquents; small children in sandboxes starring at us; the second coming. This trail was much easier to navigate than the rest. The turns were wide and obstruction a minimal underneath. My driver placed his right hand on his thigh, and drove the cart as though he were neck-reining a horse. I was enjoying myself so much I didn't notice his hand, or his body at all. I leaned back, my head resting against his chest, my hands folded in my lap. He didn't seem to mind this, instead pressing the gas harder and speeding up the trails to the top of the woods. I don't know when I realized it, could have been there all along and maybe I was just now feeling it. A hard poking in the small of my back could only mean one thing. The woods, the speed and the wind faded and I was left focused on that one feeling. I moved my butt a little in the seat, in essence moving my back across what was hard. Sure enough, the other boy had a boner. With my twitching, I felt his hips also move...forward though. Now his boner was effectively pressed into my back. His legs seemed to have gotten tighter, gripping me like a mother would a child. I had lifted my head up but now laid it back to the strong pillow of his chest. I rotated my neck and looked up at him. He wasn't looking at me, not the woods really , but just out into space somewhere. His eyes had a glassy, dazed look to them, but his lips were arched in a smile. A slight smile, a knowing smile, a smile that accented the moment like a beautiful crescendo. We went over a bump, knocking me from my senses. His hand fell from his thigh and into mine. My boner was sticking straight up, tenting my shorts keenly. It was so obvious, but I dare not touch it. I moved back and pressed the top of my butt to his boner. I could feel it throbbing against my skin. I moved enough so my shirt rode up and my skin was against the material of his jeans. I moved in small twitching movements, obviously bring pleasure to this other boy. His response was to tighten his legs around me, pressing against my now exposed flesh. Then, like a bolt of lighting, I felt his hand begin to inch up my leg. Closer and closer it was getting to my boner, and I felt completely incapable of stopping him; like a thrall but loving every moment. Higher and higher his hand inched, until it was within centimeters of my hard erection. The world seemed to drown out, the wind and noise from the cart seemed so distant and virtual. I made my boner throb and jump in my shorts. He must've took this as a sign of approval, and immediately his hand was on my boner, holding it lightly between his fingertips. I felt as though an orgasm would erupt any second, from his touch, the vibrations of the engine, and the wonderful feeling in my back. His fingers squeezed and groped my boner, sliding the skin back and forth through the thin material of my shorts, and boxers underneath. I was in such ecstasy, ecstasy shared on a go cart, tacitly in the middle of the woods. After a minute or two of grouping his hand moved for the wide leggings of my shorts. Slowly his fingers made their way up the leg and to the flesh of love. I sensed his fingers moving slowly up my thigh, the hairs reacting light lighting to the tips of his fingers. I felt the movement of my boxers, the leg being spread open. My boner throbbed and ached for relief; the onslaught slow and tedious. When his fingers touched my penis, I had a dry, minor orgasm. It was minor because it didn't last very long, but the power and force behind it would rival the power of God. His fingers slid the skin of my shaft back and forth, tickling the bush of pubic hair, and the softness of my balls. The nerves in my crotch were alive with excitement and anticipation of anything to come. He removed his hand completely from my shorts and I was left with a sudden fear. A fear that is was over, or that I'd done something wrong. But then the fear was absolved, when his fingers went to my boner once against under the cloth. He fumbled with the zipper and succeeded in pushing it down. My boner sprang happily from its confines, the wind whipping around it. He began to masturbate me. I replied my pressing myself against his body more, closing my eyes and letting euphoria take over. His fingers flew over my boner, fast and faster, the erection building. I reached my hand behind my back, the palm going flat against this crotch and the hardness underneath. I squeezed and groped madly at the boner, as though some powerful trance of wildness had taken over me. I groped for the zipper but only succeeding in the button. I tugged on his jeans and was met with glory. He wasn't wearing any underwear, his boner flying into my hand. I massaged and squeezed it with joy. My own orgasm had been building like a Helen eruption for all this time. I keenly felt it start to rise. I grasped his boner tightening in my fist, its pulsing sensation filling my sweating palm. His hand flew faster and faster, and I felt the warm , wet, heart pounding orgasm surge from my body. I withered and stretched my legs out against the frame, bracing and thus locking myself in this tight shell of ecstasy. My eyes were closed by I felt the spurts. Four good, strong, powerful eruptions of hot sperm shot from my penis. When I opened my eyes, I was still twitching, the orgasms leaving its mark. My sperm, creamy white and full of life, dribbled now from the head and onto his hand. He stroked me a few more times, before one last time up the shaft, taking all the sperm with his hand. He lifted his hand from my erection. I watched wide-eyed as his he lifted his hand into the wind. In a split second the wind ripped my sperm from his hand, cleaning it of life and lust. He reached behind me and did his pants up, and I the same. The go-cart came to a stop and was shocked to be right at my back gate. I looked up into his eyes, a smooth brown with flecks of gray. He brought his lips to mine and we kissed, our tongues wrestling for every inch of space. He wrapped his powerful arms around my body and held me close. When the kiss was broken I relaxed in his arms. Reality suddenly slammed into me and I looked at my watch. We'd been riding for some two hours, and I was keenly aware of my tardiness for dinner. "I have to go, I'll be in trouble." I said in a soft, barely audible, almost feminine voice. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me from the go cart. I hoped to my feet and looked at him. He was so gorgeous I didn't want to forget his face. "Meet ya here tomorrow?" He asked, "Sure! Anytime!" I said, my eyes roaming across his face and body. He started the engine and began to pull away. "Hey!!! " I yelled at him. He stopped and looked back, smiling. "What's your name?" "Andrew," He said, "What's yours?" "Jonny!" I said with a toothy grin. He gave me a thumbs up and accelerated back into the woods, over the trails, and threw the wind. I opened my back gate and started the walk across my yard. It was only then did I become aware of the wetness in my back. I reached my hand back there and felt a smooth stickiness. When I looked at it I could barely make out the creamy whiteness. He had cum on my back and I hadn't even known it. I lifted my finger to my nose, smelling the sweet aroma, before slipping them into my mouth. The taste of sweat and sperm was like a feast. I knew tonight, I would never get any sleep, for my erections and fantasies would certainly keep me up.