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holding back, lurking around the side of the ring, too cowardly to strike first.” I smell gasoline fumes and am in seventh heaven.
    “Will death strike tonight?” the track announcer yells over the loudspeaker system that booms out to the entire fairgrounds. As the crowd cheers and the drivers rev their engines, the countdown begins. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” he screams. There’s nowhere to hold on to inside this car, so I just look over to Lucas with trust. He grabs his dick again and whispers over the din of fifty idling hot rods, “Wrecking cars gives me a hard-on.” I smile back, not letting him know how excited I am. “Three, two, one,” and we’re off … backward, of course! Total chaos! Some car named Grenade Banger rams into my side door, but the seat belt keeps me safe. Every time I peek up and look out, another car is about to smash into us. Lucas is biding his time, though, and every time we are hit, he growls sexually in demolition lust. “We’re tearing it up, John,” he yells over the sound of crashing metal. As he floors it in reverse, I look back and see asshole Ratrod right in our line of attack. BANG! I am amazed to see Lucas’s cock growing bigger underneath the flame-retardant material of his jumpsuit. WHAM goes another hit as we smash into another car (Gunthunt) in reverse, then back into another (Hatchet-Head) with such force that the fillings in my teeth tingle. “Dirtbags!” yells Lucas in full attack mode as he backtracks into two other cars (we’re going too fast for me to see their names) with such ferocity that both are instantly put out of business. He is in an erotic frenzy. Lucas leers at me as he revs his engine, surveying the four or five rust buckets still left running. “My dick is so hard. Wanna see it?” “Sure,” I yell in surprise over the sound of his peeling out backward and the impact of collision. The thrill of victory is pulsating in my pants, too. Encouraged, Lucas unbuttons his jumpsuit and, while zigzagging again backward, whips out (with some difficulty) an amazing cock that no gay man would ever refuse. “Beautiful,” I say as he reverse-accelerates again with a vengeance. The car he hits this time (Nitro Ned) explodes with a hiss and then bursts into flames.
    “Jerk me off,” Lucas orders with beautiful, polite authority, and what else can I do but follow his orders? “Two vehicles left,” Lucas pants as he scans the pit, “so make it quick.” I take direction and don’t stop even when I feel the hostile crash of Ratrod’s vehicle into the back of our car. Lucas is so cool he doesn’t even lose his hard-on. The crowd cheers. I sneak a look over and consider a blow job, but even I know giving head in the middle of a demolition derby is risky, and besides, I don’t know Lucas that well yet. I see our enemy getting ready to strike. “Okay,” Lucas moans sexually like the gearhead gladiator he is, “let’s blast off!” He grabs my hand, spits into it, and thrusts it back on his cock with a wet splat. Could this be love? “Okay, John, we’re gonna bust a nut,” he announces, flooring the accelerator and speeding backward so suddenly that I get a whiplash, but I don’t care. By now, I’m so worked up that I feel that I actually am his car. Just as he crashes into Ratrod for the final “kill,” Lucas shoots a giant load through our nonexistent windshield into the sky with amazing projection, where it showers down beautifully like elegant fireworks. The crowd goes nuts. Lucas looks over to me in demolition tenderness and gives me the biggest, lewdest grin I’ve ever seen in my life.
    That night we celebrate victory together. He lives alone. Imagine my thrill and amazement when we pull up to his trailer and I see it is the exact same model as the one Divine’s character, Babs, lived in, in Pink Flamingos , only painted silver and black. I know he never saw the movie, so I don’t bring it up. Lucas counts his winnings with me