Autonomopocolypse

Chapter 2

Later that night we pull up to the street the Royal Jackals wanted to meet at. It was right near their second home at the local Country Club. There are five cars: Ferrari 458 Italia, Lamborghini Huracan LP610-4, BMW M4 GTS, Porsche 911 Turbo, and a Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse.
They're standing around, all well groomed, all wearing armani suits. Only Zach, Jake and I could make it. Dakota couldn't make it because his dad is home and Lloyd drank himself silly. We get out of our cars. The boss in the Lamborghini approaches us. He has grey hair and brown eyes.
"So you're the children that have been going up in the ranks," He says.
Jake walks up to where we are standing.
"Who are you calling children you old faggot?!" He yells as he flexes his muscles, ripping another shirt revealing his muscular chest.
"I'm more interested in talking to your boss you gorilla. Which one of you is it?" He asks.
Zach raises his hand. 
"Ah, so the one with the worst car of the Shitbox Guild leads you to defeat," He laughs. 
The rest of his cronies laugh with him.
"No, the R32 is Japanese car manufacturing at it's finest," Zach scolds them.
"More like an R30 pooo!" The guy with the Veyron blurts then starts laughing.
I see Zach form a fist and move forward. I grab his arm suddenly. "Don't worry Zach, we will humiliate them in the race," I calm him down.
"We will have our five best against your five best," The guy says.
"We only have the three of us," I explain.
"Oh well guess your at a bigger disadvantage," He shrugs, then he adds, "We will let you kids start in the front and give you guys a five second head start. We're betting $100,000 each. If you guys don't have enough, then bet as much as you can," He explains.
We throw in $10,000 each. They laugh their old asses off. The guy with the Veyron comes up and spits on it, "You're money is worthless."
Each one of us keeps our composure and we get into our cars and line up. When Jake gets into his Challenger it visibly drops the ride height by an inch or two. We line up. Zach in first, me in second, and Jake in third. The Royal Jackals have the M4 start in fourth, the Veyron fifth, the 911 sixth, the 458 seventh, and the leader’s Huracan last. The guy's young sugar baby signals us. She takes her chequered bra off and uses it like a chequered flag. The flag comes down and Zach hits scramble and rockets off the line. My nearly stock GT-R trails with a slightly slower launch. Jake follows doing a wheelie. The guys ditch the head start and just go. The Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse rockets and instantly passes the M4. It starts catching up to us with it's 1,200ps. Into the first corner, Zach and I slow down to third gear. Jake drifts to the outside struggling to handle all 600 horsepower. The Veyron tries to dive bomb us, but goes too fast and flies past both of us into a tree. We glide through the corner effortlessly and fire out of the corner. I contact Zach via walkie talkie.
"I don't think I've seen anyone do anything that stupid," I say perplexed by the accident.
"Yeah he's just a rich dumbass," Zach responds.
We see the other supercars start to catch up on the straight. A Rosso Corsa coloured 458 follows behind the Verde Mantis Lamborghini Huracan. Their top 2 made quick work of Jake.
"Time to get a bit serious," Zach says.
"Yep, let's show them what we can do," I nod.
We approach a hairpin we slow down to second gear and we both throw it in using a handbrake causing the cars to slide a bit entering the corner, we grip up at around the apex and rocket out of the corner in perfect symphony. We shift to third, then to fourth at 8,000. They start to get smaller. We come up to a bend winding through the country road and we keep on the throttle through the bends going at a fast 200 kph in 5th gear. It gets to a slower bend and we slow down a bit, downshifting to third gear and go around the turn. Since my car is one hundred kilos heavier I understeer a bit more so Zach keeps the lead. We find a bend that we can go flat out in. That's when the supercars start catching up. Their high downforce causes them to go quicker than us around the bend. We see them get closer. The road just goes straight. We only manage to reach 260-270kph on the straight using 6th. Their top 2 overtake us using seven gears and reaching over 300kph. In my rear view mirror I see Jake having a tough battle with the Porsche. The next turn is a doozy. A full 90° hairpin bend. Zach brakes super late to about 100kph in a 30kph bend. I thought Zach was about to die. Instinctively, I grab my walkie talkie. But as I do that, Zach changes his direction so fast, and stops for an immeasurably short amount of time. Then he just bolts out of the bend. Gone. It all happened in about a single second. I knew it. Pure insanity. Typical Zach. Their top 2 seem to have slowed down almost to a police level. I take them both on the outside in a flamboyant sideways fashion. Zach seemed to get a five second lead in that second alone. Their top 2 seemed to have regained their composure after that stunt. The three cars get back onto the throttle for the straight. My car falls behind. A second later or so, I start riding the 458’s slipstream, keeping up with them. We seem to have almost caught up with the daredevil. We reach a right turn where Zach dives down the inside and defends his first place position and I come around the outside and take third from the 458 and start chasing the Huracan in second. The next turn is a left downhill bend into a right uphill bend. I take the outside line strategically, fooling the Huracan driver to take the inside. The elevation change causes a disturbance in a car’s balance. The Huracan on the inside understeers off the road. That leaves the inside lane wide open allowing me to pass. The 458 then overtakes the Huracan. Zach gradually loses me through the varied bends and hairpins. Eventually we see a finish line marked by two bikini women. Zach must’ve finished five to ten seconds ahead of me. I fly down the road and finish in second. I yank the handbrake and spin 180 degrees to see who finishes where. The 458 came in third. The Boss’ Huracan comes in fourth. After a tough battle with the Porsche, Jake came in fifth. The Porsche finishes right behind Jake in sixth. It all came down to that last straight. Looked like Jake’s mid-range power kicked in with authority. This was Jake’s first race, and an astonishing result followed. He did a wheelie over the line with the sound of a loud growling V8. He's hunched over holding the small wheel in his gigantic hands. A minute later (also known as one eternity in racing terms,) the BMW M4 GTS finally finishes the race and comes in seventh. For obvious reasons the Veyron gets a DNF. One of the women is holding onto the money and she gives it to us. I take the one with the spit and drive to meet up with the Veyron driver with Zach and Jake following. I get out and smack him with the saliva covered dollar bill. 
"You're worthless you royal jackass!" I yell.
The other members of the other team come to the crash site. The Veyron driver glares at me, "You'll regret that you child."
The Huracan driver gets a proper look at me. "Are you even old enough to have a license?" He questions.
"I'm eighteen," I answer.
"What the?" He awes.
Zach chimes in.
"He's the oldest out of us three," Zach explains.
"Wait so how old are you guys?" The Huracan driver asks.
"I'm eighteen," I repeat.
"I'm seventeen," Zach answers.
"I'm fifteeeeeeeeen!" Jake yells whilst flexing his muscles.
The man looks at Jake and then looks at the three of us as a whole. 
"That's impossible, that guy must at least be out of highschool," He says in disbelief.
"Nah I'm the oldest, it's the opposite of what everyone thinks," I explain.
We get into our cars and drive back to our hideout. We put the money on the table in the lounge area and we sort through it. We have $500,000 to distribute. We split it among the whole guild. We each get 100,000. I check the time. 
"Oh shit it's seven o'clock," I exclaim, I then quickly explain, "I've got to go, I have a date with my boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend? You're gay?" Jake asks.
"No I'm bisexual," I clarify.
I get in to my GTR and set off. I meet him at a fast food place close to his university. I see him leaning against the wall standing at 185 centimetres. He's twenty years old. He has white dyed hair in a quiff hairstyle. His name is Esteban, he's from Mexico. 
"Hey babe," I greet as I run up to him.
"Hey," He smiles.
He stands back up and holds my hand. We go up to the counter where an old man who looks like he's in his 60's looks at us funny. A young woman serves us instead. We get our food and sit at a  booth and eat. We talk about various things like school and interesting things. He knows I race. His car is being worked on so he doesn't race yet but he will be joining our guild which we called The Drivers Battle (TDB). I told him about the race earlier that day.
"Man you showed him, what a pendejo," He laughs.
"Yeah it was hilarious, very embarrassing for them," I add.
"Hey since it's a Friday, do you want to spend the night with me?" He proposes.
"That sounds great," I smile.
I drive us both to his dorm since he took a walk with it not being far. We go into one of the dorm buildings and take an elevator to the fourth level. We go to his room. His roommate is out drinking so we're alone. He closes the door behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I put my hands on his and he leans in and kisses my neck. It starts to turn me on. He bites it gently and I feel myself getting hard. He moves one of his hands down and it slips down my pants and rubs me as he kisses my neck. 
"Mmmm you're making me horny," I say as I squirm a little bit due to becoming uncomfortably aroused. 
"Good," He whispers.
He loosens his grip and I turn around and I kiss him. He pins me to the bed and makes out with me. He pulls my shirt off of me, then proceeds to strip me from the waist down. My skinny black jeans fall on the floor, then my black underwear. He stands up and takes his school branded t-shirt off. He takes his pants off and I see a big bulge in his boxers. He stands at the end of the bed and I crawl toward him and pull his boxers off. A twenty three centimetre long penis hangs in front of me.
"I'm impatient so let's go right to the main event," He says.
"Okay," I nod. 
I turn over on my hands and knees. I feel him penetrate me. It goes in and goes deeper and deeper. I can't help but moan and my fists tighten. He thrusts back and forth gently but then starts to pick up the pace. He grabs my long hair that flows to just below my shoulders. He pulls my head back a bit and my back bends back as well. He leans in and kisses me as he starts going more and more rough. He starts to slow down then he pulls out. He pulls me over and I lay on my back on his bed. He grabs a pocket pussy and hands it to me. I put my dick in it then he spreads my legs and goes back inside me. I feel it burn a bit. It hurts a little but feels good. I struggle to jerk the pussy. In no time at all with all the stimulation I pull out of the pocket pussy and jizz. It goes over his stomach. He leans in and every bit of him goes inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. He goes really hard, so hard that it's possible to hear the action alone. His crotch slapping against my butt. I feel him pound really hard and his load releases inside me. He thrusts again and more comes out. My grip tightens around his strong, toned body. The load stops. We look at each other in the eyes, then we kiss. He slowly pulls out and then we spoon in his bed. He pulls the blanket over us and wraps his arms around my torso. I hold his hands. I hear him whisper in my ear, "I love you."