As Dale Earnhardt, Jr.s favorite pizza place, we often got calls from "Club Little E" for late night munchies. Once, after taking a phone order from an obviously drunk Junior, I took the delivery....and got a tip I'll never forget.
Arriving at 'Club Little E' I could see there was no party, and since the front door was partially opened I went in. "Hello?" I said softly, closing the door and moving into the room. Hearing loud snores, I looked around in the dim light and saw Dale passed out on a nearby couch. Putting down the pizza, I picked up a throw-blanket off a chair and moved toward the couch, intending to just cover him up; but as I stood looking down at the passed-out bad-boy, I realized I couldn't pass up the chance.
Clad in a white t-shirt and snug Wranglers, Junior was stretched out on the couch with his arms behind his head and left leg bent at the knee. Dead to the world, Dale didn't move when I covered him from the waist down and knelt beside him; so I slid my hand under the blanket and undid his fly, listening to his snores as I reached in and pulled his long, soft cock out through the front of his boxers.
Glancing up at the sleeping red-head to make sure it was really safe, I went for it and put my head beneath the blanket. Moving my face to his crotch, I bent over and licked around the base of Dale's cock, running my tongue slowly over his furry balls before working my way slowly to the tip of his stiffening meat. With an ear on his snoring, I took Nascar stud's semi-hard cock into my mouth.
Sucking and licking slowly on the big head, it took less than a minute for Junior's dick to reach it's full 8 inches; long and lean, his cock eased it's way down my throat as I bobbed further down the shaft. Working eagerly, but carefully, I took more of Dale into my mouth until my lips were brushing against his auburn pubes. As I began deep-throating his stiff meat, I didn't notice Junior had stopped snoring.
Oh shit! I thought when I felt a hand on the back of my head. I paused, half of the driver's throbbing cock in my mouth.
"Ah was hopin' you'd come back, babe," Dale slurred, pushing my head down, "Keep doin' what yer doin'!"
He thinks I'm one of his bitches! I realized as I began sucking his cock again, this time holding nothing back. What the Hell! If I give him a great blowjob, he might let me live when he sees it's me."
"Oh babe, suck it!" Junior drawled, his fingers gripping the back of my head as I bobbed hungrilly on his meat. "Come on, all the way!"
I needed no encouragement, let be serious; I was sucking the dick of a good-looking, straight, bad-boy redneck...who happened to be a Nascar superstar! And he was enjoying it! I steadilly worked the big head good before taking all 8 inches down my throat on every other stroke, burying my face in Dale's pubes and making him moan loudly above me.
