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A Knight at the Speedway

By Jaxx Steele


Professional motorcyclist Khristopher Knight's greatest day comes when he qualifies to race at Indianapolis Motor Speedway, until he realizes he has no one with whom to share the moment.

Artis Kent has not seen Kris since college. With his race ticket in hand, he has the chance to meet the riders and maybe open the lines of communication again.

When Kris and Artis meet up again, Artis has no idea that his world would soar to the heavens, crash to the depths of Hell and then rise to the sky once more. Can Artis's calm, laid back life handle a love affair with the fast paced Kristopher Knight? Or will there be too many crash and burns for Artis to handle?



Artis followed Josh from the suite and down the elevator. Once outside, they saw a crowd of people that wore the same lanyards around their necks heading one direction and trailed after them. The crowd started to take shape and form into a line that disappeared inside a large tent. Artis smiled at the sight of the name above the tent. Kris always drew a crowd.

“Damn, is it always like this?” Josh asked his friend, stunned.

“Yup. He’s popular.” Artis shrugged it off as nothing.

Josh shook his head. “Look, dude, I’ll wait for you in the suite. I only came to this thing for the food and drink. This part is all you.” He nodded his head toward the tent.

Artis chuckled, slapping his friend five and then took his place at the end of the line. After almost two hours of waiting, there was only one person separating him from Kris. Artis could feel his heart pumping faster at the thought. The woman in front of him entered the tent and he moved up. From his new position, he could see inside the tent. His hair was long, resting along his broad shoulders with thick damp strands hanging on his forehead. The white tank top that clung to his chest was only half tucked into his dark jeans and his jacket was thrown across the chair in front of him.

Artis stared attentively as Kris leaned on his bike and took the woman into his arms. After instructing the photographer they were ready, he flashed one of his amazing smiles and Artis felt his cock jump in his shorts. With the picture taken, the woman rushed over to the photographer and waited for the copy to come from the printer. She returned to the table with the glossy photo of them and a pen. Kris signed the picture and handed back to her. She kissed him on the cheek and left, giggling happily. Artis took a few deep breaths to calm down before he walked into the tent and stopped at the table.

“Artie? Is that you?”

Artis let out a shocked breath, his heart swelling within his chest. His chest rose and fell so fast he could hardly get any air into his lungs. He nodded, jerking his head wildly, unable to speak.

Kris left the bike and walked around the table to him. “Oh my God, it is you,” he said happily. He wrapped one arm around Artis’ neck and the other around his waist and pulled him into a hug. “I was hoping I got the chance to see you while I was here.”

Artis melted in his embrace. Although he was stunned at the turn of events he recovered quickly and returned the hug, loving the feel of Kris’ body pressed against his.

“I didn’t think you would remember me,” Artis finally whispered.

Kris released him. “Remember you? Are you kidding? I could never forget you!” he exclaimed, holding his shoulders, laughing. He turned to the photographer. “Ralph, this is my best friend, Artis! He lives here in town. We went to school together.”

“Hey,” was all Ralph murmured from behind the camera.

“Come on, Artie, let’s take a picture.”

Artis was elated. Kris remembered him and he was about to take a picture with his bike. And what a bike it was! The royal blue Kawasaki Ninja was amazing. It was still dusty from the ride, but that just made it more appealing as far as Artis was concerned. He slowly ran his hand over the crotch rocket as the memory from his first ride on a motorcycle came to mind.

“Go ahead and get up there, Artie. I know you want to,” Kris offered with a sly grin nudging him.

Artis didn’t hesitate. He threw his leg over the powerful machine and a rush of adrenaline surged through him as he gripped the handles. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip enjoying it.

“Quick, Ralph, take this picture,” he heard Kris say through his heady daze.

He kept his eyes shut, but he still saw the flash although it was dimmed. Before he could open his eyes, the bike dropped down from extra weight added to it. To his amazement, he felt Kris’ arms slip around his waist. He looked to his left as far as his gaze could go without turning his head. His cock surged to life at Kris’ closeness.

“Take this shot, too, Ralph. We would have had one like this years ago when I took him on his first ride, but no one was around to take the picture.”

His stunned face was surely captured on film. Kris’ arm around him for a second time was more than he could imagine would happen when he woke today. At best, he was hoping to just talk to him. Now he sat on this incredible bike with Kris behind him, resting his chin on his shoulder holding him in his arms. This day had moved up to the best of his life in a matter of minutes!

For years he wondered what it would feel like to be held by Kris’ strong arms. At long last, he knew they felt wonderful. Strong and muscular, holding him firm without crushing him. Kris’ torso pressed into his back and his cock against his butt…mmm. An erotic shiver went through his body at the revelation. It left a tingling sensation in its wake. He closed his eyes again. If this was a fluke, it was something he never wanted to forget. Taking a deep breath, he reveled in the feeling and then it was gone. Kris released his hold on Artis and slid off the back of the bike.