At the Races

Sitting in his chair, sipping at his tea, he flicked idly over the album. It was times like this which he loved. The afternoon sun cast a mellow light onto the dusty photos lying in his lap. He smiled; his childhood was always so much fun. And it was even better to look back on!
One photo stood out for him though. The grainy family photo at the horse race. He couldn’t remember this one before. How could he even forget that day? Looking into his own eyes, he remembered the time the family went to Saratoga. Oh, how much had changed since then. He was fitter, smarter, and more handsome; and yet in the photo, so anonymous. His sisters all bore huge white grins; merely a smile was on his face.
He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of that day…

A bright August day, perfect for taking the family up to Saratoga and watch the races. Not the ideal weekend for Peter Corbin. He’d rather not have the fuss of actually doing something on a Saturday. After the aching car journey, he was glad to get out. But as usual, his mum would have something to say.

“Now, be good! All of you!” she would say everywhere they went. The four of them would usual charge off at this point, hurtling straight for the sea or the roller coaster. But only the three girls ran off in a squeal of excitement. Peter was just left to mope around his mother, hands in his pockets kicking at the gravel.
“What’s up Peter? We’ve not come all this way for you to look miserable!”
“Why have we come here? It’s so boring here!”
“Nonsense; your sisters have dreamed of coming up here! Now perk up, we’re in the upper classes now! Don’t want you giving the wrong impression!” She took her bonnet from the back seats and toddled off towards the hoards of people dressed in white dresses and black suits, bearing hats and umbrellas.
It all just seemed too ridiculous for Peter. Why had his mother always tried her best to try and “fit in with the upper classes”? And why had his sisters all been so desperate to follow her? Peter just slumped against the side of the car, where gentlemen strode past him and sniggered pompously at the urchin.

The rest of his family meanwhile had made quick amends with trying to “fit in”. His sisters were giggling over the wide range of horses and their impressive jockeys on show. Mother had joined in a conversation possibly involving weather and the cheese at lunch. They all laughed heartily with the anonymous snobs around them. What made things worse was the fact that none of them bore the strains of a 3 hour car journey that was written all over Peter’s face.

Peter had had enough of lazing around the car and decided to wander himself. He dare not look at the towering snobs walking past him, in case their voiced their impression of a teenage boy dressed in merely a T-Shirt and jeans. The ground was exquisitely kept, the lawns a lush green and the paths a perfect white gravel. Not a blade or stone was out of place. The various wooden stands and tables outside the restaurant were illuminated in the warm morning glow. At least his eyes were alive with the sight, unlike his dead brain with the bore. As he made his way to the white fencing by the track, his mother grabbed him by the shoulder:
“Come on Peter! This gentleman has offered to take a photo for our albums back home!” In less than 5 seconds, the family went from giggles to pose to laughing at the end, and Peter barely had time to react. The man behind the camera was a tall, dark haired man in a black suit and top hat. Very much the “Bond-like man” his mother had liked.

“Thank you very much!” she smiled to take the camera back
“My pleasure!” he smiled back, and Mother giggled.
“Peter, this is Quentin, we’ve just been talking to him earlier!”
“Nice to meet you old chap!” he held out a hand which Peter shook.
“Is he our new daddy?” Peter smirked in his mother’s ear. He could tell that got to her by the way she flinched as he said it.
“Now, Peter, we’ll be watching the 3:00 race as Quentin has a horse running then! Would you care to join us?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Splendid!” Quentin replied. “We’ll meet you by the bar just before!” he smiled. “Say, why don’t you go find my son, Stephen? He’s just by the stables watching our horse!” Number 3, can’t miss it, she’s a beauty!” He grinned and walked off. The girls giggled and followed on, probably lured by his teeth Peter thought.
He was glad to see that back of them. It made him cringe every time his mother tried to find a new bloke that was way out of her league. And his sisters were just pathetic anyway, giggling at anything said by any man at anytime.

And as for his son, what would he be like? The same pompous git that all the rest of the men were like here? At least Peter would get to spend time with someone of his own age. He decided there was no point not trying. Which was it, number three?

Down a small passageway, Peter found the row of stables and saw the outline of a teenage boy against the glare of the sun. He was leaning next to the open door of stable number 4. Once the sun dipped behind the tall wooden building Peter was able to see the boy more clearly; and the sight took his breath away!
Sure, Stephen was just like his father, dressed in a smart black suit and a top hat; but he was at least a much nicer person to look at. Just about his height, he had streaks of dark blonde hair waving across his face. Deep dark blue eyes set in the creamiest of slender face were staring back at him. Peter’s lips went dry as he was now within touching distance.

“Erm…hi!” Stephen opened his mouth to let out his perfect voice. Not snobby, not boring, just right to make your knees wobble.
“Hi…” Peter said before he realised
“You lost?”
“No, I… I was told to find you. I… I know your dad you see…”
“Oh do you now. I’m sorry for you…”
“What?”
“The stuck-up git’s probably trying to woo some lady into letting him show her his horse. Or at least that what he says! Every time we come to the races he always ends up sleeping with a stranger. And he always leaves me bored and alone! God I hate him!” he worked up such a frenzy ranting about his apparently “stuck-up” father, that Peter had lost the idea he was even upper class. He was turning into an average boy just like him. “I’m sorry, I’m hurling all my troubles at you and I’ve only just met you!”
“No, it’s no problem!” Peter said. He joined him against the wall. “I don’t even have a father…”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“It’s OK; I was too young to remember him anyway”
“That’s awful!”
“Yeah…” Peter said softly. We’re even now, two strangers knowing two secrets. “So, you ride?”
“Yes, but only when father makes me.”
“Mmm, I can tell” Peter said looking down at Stephen’s shirt. After a pause Stephen replied:
“To be honest I can’t be bothered, I get enough mockery at school what with…er…”
“Yes…”
“Well it’s just not manly is it? Cantering around all afternoon on a horse…”
“It does your body a world of good though!”
“Yes I know but… what?”
“I said it does your body a world of good!” Peter couldn’t resist anymore, he was bored for the day anyway. Stephen seemed almost baffled by what Peter had said. He just gaped; pink lips wide open at him. After a short while he closed them again and took a deep breath. He’d made his decision.

“You fancy a closer look?” he looked at Peter, biting his lips. At this point, Peter’s eyes went into hyperactivity. They kept switching from the eyes that were gazing straight at him to the plump pink lips of the stable-boy to the covered body that would almost certainly be his prize. Stephen didn’t even let him answer. He wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist and pulled hard.

The effect was mind-boggling. Peter’s lips were cushioned by the drooling lips of Stephen, which then enveloped his in a hard kiss. The pair of lips then crashed again and again in loops of firm kisses. Slowly Peter’s hands plucked up courage to rest on Stephen’s pulsating body. But just as they were about to feel Stephen’s abdomen, the kiss was broken.

“Oh, how rude of me!” Stephen exclaimed “I’m Stephen by the way, who are you?”
“I’m…Peter”
“Nice to meet you Peter! Brace yourself!”
“What?” Peter was then thrown right inside stable 3, which was thankfully clean. A huge mass of hay caught Peter, who sat up to see Stephen heave the doors closed. It was just the two of them now in a dark stable, what could they possibly do?

Stephen then jumped down next to Peter, who ravaged at him instantly. Pushing his shoulders deeper into the hay, Stephen could do little to resist the power of this latest burst of lust. Peter literally covered the helpless stable-boy with his passionate kisses. Stephen just laughed ecstatically as Peter started unbuttoning the shirt and coating every inch of it with nips and licks. When he was caught off guard, Stephen returned the favour and planted Peter into the haystack.

Stephen, kneeling dominant over Peter, tore off his shirt and revealed what Peter was longing for. The face may have been a typical teenager, but the body was one of a professional athlete. Never before had Peter seen such physical beauty, such well defined muscles, and such an arousing build.

Stephen then threw his new exposed flesh over Peter. Oh and how warm it was too! Stephen playfully tugged at Peter’s T-shirt in an attempt to see some new flesh of his own. Peter grinned and moaned as he started to pull up the end of his shirt and place hot kisses around his waist. Obediently, Peter removed the clothing and let Stephen play more. Stephen was clearly in better shape, but he loved Peter’s body as if it were better than his own! Peter couldn’t control himself letting out moans and childish giggles and the tantalising tongue caressed his body. After letting Stephen play, he could take no more. He through Stephen back to his original position and let loose his next act.

Although his body was hard to resist, what must have been stored in his trousers must have been twice as hot. He made light work of the zipper and found the result in no time at all. Being handled for the first time by cold hands seemed to have effect on Stephen, for precum was spurting out endlessly. Peter couldn’t control himself and licked it all right up. He made sure to be as tentative with his tongue as possible to make Stephen ooze out more of the sticky sweetness.

Stephen was lost for words, even his top hat couldn’t muffle out the loud groans he was emitting. Peter loved the sounds he was making though; his voice was just right for the orgasmic screaming type. He was just about to go in for a huge swallow of the thick rod when a voice boomed out over the loudspeakers:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the action will commence in 5 minutes!”

Peter and Stephen exchanged dirty looks. They both giggled and Peter dived in for a full-on suck. Stephen squealed in delight, urging him on for more. Peter was exceptionally good for his age and experience, and Stephen would bare testament to that! Up and down he went; thrusting his head like his life depended on it. The taste was so good, and it never stopped at the rate Stephen was going.
Stephen was pulled right to the brink of ecstasy before he gave in. He pulled the drooling Peter up so he was lying next to him. The time came for his revenge! Removing the denim from Peter, he grasped his round buttocks in his hands. With Stephen’s breath down his neck and fingers dangerously close to his entrance, Peter was close to letting go there and then. Peter was then vigorously flipped over and Stephen braced himself for the boarding.

“They’re lining up at the start line” Stephen’s bulging head was poised, waiting for the opportune moment, when Peter couldn’t bear the wait any longer.

“And they’re off!” In one swift manoeuvre, Stephen pounced and thrusted hard up into Peter. In response, Peter screamed in joy, and pulled at Stephen buttocks, enticing him to go deeper and take more. So he did, with amazing effect. The sensation in between his legs completely overcame Peter, and he found his hips wanted to swallow up more. Back-thrusting soon led to invites of more pounding from Stephen; who by the way seemed to really be getting in his stride. Forget legs of a jockey, this boy had moves that could out run a stallion!

“Look at them go! Their legs are literally pounding against the ground!” They giggled once more at the amply timed loudspeaker. Thankfully, the cheers from the crowd just managed to overcome the mass of squeals and gasps. They both loved it, even in the prickly bed of hay; the sensations were completely mind blowing.
After an age of tireless thrusting, Stephen could take the tightness no longer. He dislodged himself from Peter in a frantic series of moaning; and Peter knew what was coming next. Quickly, his mouth was at the head of Stephen, begging to be filled once again.

“And they’re approaching the finish now!” With one last shrill squeak, Stephen let go, emitting a vast wave of semen, drenching Peter’s unexpecting face.

“And the winner is, Blind Eye!” Peter laughed as he wiped the sperm from his eyes and placing it straight into his mouth. Stephen joined in the laughter too, after he’d got rid of every last drop onto Peter’s lips. Once Peter had licked as much as he could off his lips, Stephen thought he’d lend a helping hand in tidying up his face! The muscular stable-boy once again planted Peter straight into the hay bale, and the two kissed long on into the evening sunset.

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