Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:16:26 +1200
From: canned-heat@hotmail.com
Subject: Kaimoana Tales, 18

So, we went to the Speedway meeting on Friday night, Len, his dad and
me. Mum went out with the Staffords. Well, she went with Dick, I'm not sure
if Joel went or not. None of my business anyway.

I was standing out by the main road, waiting, when they came along promptly
at 5.30pm. Len was driving and his dad was riding shotgun, so I got into
the back seat.  They both turned around to look at me and Len introduced
his dad.

"This is Virgil Cain. Virgil, meet my dad, Brian Crowe."

"Hello Virgil, nice to meet you. We've heard all about you and thanks for
helping Len with his maths. He's hopeless, isn't he?"

"Hey Mr. Crowe. I wouldn't say he's hopeless. He just needs to work on it a
bit."

"Yeah, well, you keep him at it. We really appreciate this, don't we
Leonard?"

"Yes Dad. He knows that, I've told him a hundred times. No offence Virgil,
but I think you're a bit over-dressed. The Speedway crowd are pretty casual
you know."

"Leave the boy alone, Len. He looks good."

Well, at least somebody thought so, but it was the son I wanted to impress,
not the father.

To say that the Speedway crowd were casual was a uber-understatement. The
place was full of bogans! Petrol-Heads, Rough-Arses and Rednecks. I didn't
know that there were so many rough-looking characters in the Nelson
District.

Every one of them must have been there and Len was right, I was
over-dressed.  Whatever. Next time I'd wear my oldest clothes, everyone
else seemed to have done just that. Greasy old jeans and t-shirts were
definitely the uniform of the day, or night.

They seemed to be a good-natured crowd though. Everyone was greeting each
other, loudly. It was a, (rough-arse), family affair. Some of the families
seemed to have more kids than the parents had teeth!

The arena was rapidly filling up - there were hundreds of them. It looked
like there were more people than seats there, but that didn't seem to worry
anybody. Half of the crowd, especially the kids, were walking around and
socializing.

We found front-row seats, way too close to the dirt-track. Then we left
them to go and get some food. There wasn't a lot to choose from, the stalls
were selling buckets of hot chips and hot-dogs, sausages and bread and meat
pies. I was still off pies and the food-stalls seemed to be manned by the
roughest looking characters in the crowd. At least there was a Billy's
Burgers caravan there, so that's what I had.  Simply the Best.

We made our way back to the seats, it took a while. Len seemed to know
everyone there. He was definitely no stranger there.

The loud music stopped and the announcements began. I put my ear-plugs
in. The mini-stocks lined up and, with a roar, the first race started. I
knew we were sitting too close to the track. We got pelted with gravel
every time they came past.

Between races, the water-truck came around, spraying the track to settle
the dust.  We got sprayed as well, but that was okay, it was a warm
evening.

I wouldn't say that it was my best night ever, but it was definitely an
experience. Len was loving it anyway; this was his world and his people. He
was right at home there.  I got some funny looks from people walking past,
but I stuck close to Len or his dad.  One or the other of them seemed to be
always on the move. I kept my mouth shut and didn't look back.

I, kind-of, enjoyed the night, but wasn't sorry when it was time to go
home.

The races, finally, came to an end. I didn't know any of the winners or
losers and didn't care much anyway. We slowly made our way back to the car,
that took a while too. Len had to stop and speak to a hundred people on the
way. A lot of the younger ones were going on to the, illegal, drag-races
out on a back-road. We weren't, I was pleased to hear. We had to go home
with Len's dad.

They just had to wait until Len got his car, and then he'd be there 'with
bells on'. He introduced me to a few of his mates, telling them that I was
'a newbie - fresh meat.'  It was a bit odd. I felt like he was showing me
off, like I was a trophy or something.  There was a strange vibe and I was
glad to get back to the car where Mr. Crowe was waiting for us.

The best part of the night was on the way home. That bit I enjoyed very
much. Mr.  Crowe was driving. He wouldn't let Len drive because he was too
hyped-up after the races. Also, "This is not a stock-car." So, he drove and
Len sat in the back with me, which was good. Very good actually.

Len was full of talk about the cars, the drivers and the races. He sat
close to me and, as soon as we were away from the lights of the city, he
started feeling me up!

I was delighted and way excited. He'd never shown any interest in sex up
until now, but now his hand was inside my clothes and feeling
around. Instant hard-on!

I tried to do the same back to him, but he pushed my hand away. Without
saying anything, he made it clear that I was to just sit back and let him
do his thing. So, I did. I laid back, pushed my hips forward, opened my
legs and let him go for it. It was great!

I don't how he did it. It was like there were two different people in there
with me.  One was keeping up a stream of chatter about the world of cars
and the other was quietly, feeling and fondling me and, slowly,
masturbating me in the darkness.

It was a real effort to keep quiet when he brought me off, but I had to -
his dad was right there in front of us. Luckily, I had a handful of tissues
in my pocket and I used them to clean myself up as best as I could. The
soggy tissues went out of the window.


I took a couple of minutes to calm down, and then I was allowed to open his
jeans and have a feel around. Nice dick! It was upright, long, thick, hard
and hot. Len's was much bigger than Graeme's, or mine! It was, maybe, even
as big as Joel's. I wasn't sure, I'd only ever seen Joel's one once and
that was a long time ago. It was big though; I definitely remembered that.

All too soon, we reversed roles again. He pushed my hand away and went back
to fondling me. Still good though. I loved it! So we drove on through the
night while Len and his dad talked about cars and Len's hand played with my
dick.

It was normally a 45 minute drive from Nelson but, I dunno, I think
Mr. Crowe went much faster than that. Maybe he was hyped-up from the
Speedway as well? After we passed the turn-off, just 8 kilometers from
home, Len started wanking me furiously and I came just as we arrived in
Tiroroa. Gushers!

"And, we have touchdown," Len grinned and he wiped his hand on my leg and
left me to tidy myself up.

We stopped outside my house. I said goodnight and thanks to both of them
for a good night. They pulled away and drove home. I went inside for a
shower, and a wank, and to go to bed. It was a pretty good night all
around.

(canned-heat@hotmail.com)