Speed Trap

Title: Speed Trap
Authors: Stardreamer
Fandom: Speed Racer
Rating: X
Codes: Yaoi, Incest, PWP
Summary: Unknown to Speed, Racer X is really his older brother Rex but Rex knows or does he? Warning, graphic sexual content.
Disclaimer: Speed Racer and other characters belong to Tatsuo Yoshida, Tatsunoko Production Co. and Trans-Lux Television. They are used here without permission. This work is not made for profit and may not be used for such.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
POC: Stardreamer_90@yahoo.com

Author’s Note: This was an idea that popped into my head after watching the episode with Speed about to surprise Rex in the shower. That, the way Speed is always so clean cut around women, and the numerous times you hear the line, “Racer X is secretly Speed’s older brother Rex” in the series combined in my head to produce what is probably the most perverted story idea I’ve ever had. Hope you like it but if incest and the graphically sexual gay club scene bothers you don’t read any further.

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The sleek Mach 5 pulled up in front of the apartment building. Speed Racer and his friend Trixie, sat in the car for a moment as Speed switched off the engine. The Annual Road Racer’s Charity Ball had gone later than they had expected and it was now quite dark. The cockpit dome was closed against the rain that was falling and a burned out street light left them in a shadowed space isolated from the world outside.

“Oh Speed,” Trixie said leaning across the center panel to put her arms around Speed and lean her head against his chest. “That was wonderful, thanks for taking me.”
“It was my pleasure, Trixie.” Speed’s answer was somewhat distant.

The feeling of her warm body pressed against him was making him distinctly uncomfortable and nervous. But what he was finding particularly disturbing was that desire wasn’t there. He was so caught up in his thoughts on that he missed it when she began to move. Just as she started to kiss him, he jerked so that her kiss landed on the corner of his mouth.

“Speed?” Trixie asked realizing something was wrong.
“I’m sorry Trixie,” Speed said. “I love you; I really do but not that way. You’ve always been like a sister to me.”
“Oh, I see,” Trixie said in a tone that clearly implied she didn’t. “I think I’d better go in now.”
She opened her door to get out.
“No, Trixie wait, its not…” Speed blurted out in a panic.
“Speed, its ok I got carried away. It’s ok really.”
Her voice said otherwise and Speed was certain not all the water on her cheeks was from the rain as she shut the door and ran into the building.

Speed drove through the night towards home, feeling like a heel. He made the appropriate polite noises to his parents when he got home and went straight to his room, ignoring the smooching noises from his little brother, Spritle and Spritle’s pet chimpanzee, Chim-Chim as he passed which only made his guilt worse.

Speed stripped out of his suit and took a shower. As he scrubbed, he considered his feelings. He really did think of Trixie as a sister, which was why he was so taken off guard by her kiss. The thing was he shouldn’t have been but he was. As he reviewed their recent relationship in his mind it was obvious in hindsight that she had a crush on him. The way she got all huffy and jealous whenever another woman paid him any attention.

But what really disturbed him was she had no reason to be jealous of those women. As Speed recalled all those encounters he had never been attracted to any other woman, even though many were quite beautiful and obviously desired him.

He finished his shower, dried off and putting on just a pair of sleep pants went back to his room. He met Pops in the hallway.
“Is something the matter, Speed?” The older Racer asked.
“I’m sorry Pops, its just Trixie and I had a…problem I guess you call it.”
“You know you can talk to me about it if you want.”
“No that’s alright; we just need to work it out on our own.”

Speed looked at himself in the mirror after he shut the door to his room. Looking at his slim athletic body in just his sleep pants, he could see why all the racing fan girls were throwing themselves at him. With a sigh, he turned of the room light and by the light of his bedside lamp, took off his sleep pants and climbed into bed. He didn’t turn the light out but lay back looking at the wall opposite his bed. The wall he had hung ‘the poster’.

It was a poster of Racer X posing in front of his race car. He was wearing one of the newer racing outfits that clung to him like a second skin and arms akimbo it clearly defined every inch of his muscled form. Speed had been fascinated with Racer X as more than just a competitor ever since he saw the older racer showering. Even though it had been just an outline through frosted glass, the image had remained fixed in Speed’s mind and he had often wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been kidnapped before he could open that door. (Author’s Note: see Episodes 3-4 Challenge of the Masked Racer.)

At first he had attributed that fascination with the mystery surrounding Racer X but in reality there were many mystery racers who used a secret identity in the racing circuits Speed competed in. He gradually realized there was another reason for his interest.

Speed’s hand caressed his naked chest under the sheets as he looked at the poster. He had come to realize he was attracted to Racer X. The realization had come of something of a shock. He had been looking at the poster, reliving that moment in his mind and replaying what might have happened.

As usual he imagined yanking the door open and discovering who the mystery man really was. But each time he did this he found his imagination working not with what his face looked like but focusing on his hard body. It was when he began wondering what the man’s dick looked like and found himself getting hard at the thought that he realized the truth.

He hadn’t consciously picked that poster for its revealing qualities although he realized now that he may have done just that subconsciously. It proved a great focus as his fantasies of Racer X grew more and more erotic. His hand slid lower as those fantasies came to the fore.

Speed’s hand reached for the door and pulled it open. There X stood in all his naked glory. The water rippled down his chiseled chest and abs leading Speed’s eyes to the hard cock Racer X was stroking when Speed surprised him. In his fantasy, Racer X had been thinking of Speed as he showered and was jacking off. He had not put the mask on in this dream and discarding the robe he was wearing stepped into shower with the man.
“Let me help you with that,” he said as he took the X’s manhood in his hand and stroked it.

The older racer said nothing but put his arms around Speed and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Speed’s cock shot to attention as their bodies rubbed against each other in the hot steamy water. Speed moved his lips to the man’s neck, and then his chest, sucking and nibbling on the button of his nipple. He felt Racer X’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his knees until he was face to face with the man’s hard veined shaft.

“Suck it,” Racer X said in a tone that commanded obedience. Speed obediently took the hard dick into his mouth and sucked on it.

This was the way most of his fantasies played out, with Racer X clearly in charge and dominating the younger racer. Some of them went farther than just domineering. His dream shifted into one of those now as Speed found himself in bound naked hand and foot on a stone slab. He was surrounded by the hooded and cloaked figures of the Car Acrobatic Team, a racing team that used occult symbols and imagery in their racing themes. They were in some small mountain valley lit only by torchlight. Their leader stood over Speed with a stone knife.

Suddenly Racer X charged into the scene and quickly ran the villains off.
“Oh Racer X, I’m so glad you came…” Speed started but stopped as the older racer approached him silently removing all but his mask.
Climbing over Speed’s naked body until their chests rubbed against each other, the older Racer kissed him, hard.
Speed found himself responding his stiffening cock rubbing against the others. Then Racer X rose up and in one hard and fast move slid his cock all the way into Speed’s virgin ass.

Speed was startled at first but quickly succumbed to pleasure as Racer X fucked him. Racer X stiffened above him and arched is back as his throbbing cock filled Speed with his seed.

Speed’s own back arched off his bed as with a groan the cock in his hand swelled and splattered his hot spunk all over his sweaty chest.