Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 17:34:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: RC <lord123k@yahoo.com>
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.