Race With a Heart
Chapter 101: The King of New Life

Chapter 101: The King of New Life

"What, do you like the idea of ​​making love to me on the race car?" Steve asked provocatively. "Do you miss that place?"

"A little," Martin admitted, and he did have a vision of Steve entering him as Martin was leaning against the yellow-red car. "But this black convertible here is also not bad," he said, coming back to reality.

"The most ’ not bad ’ is you."

Martin blushed and said shyly:

"You just said I was perfect," he complained.

"You’re right," Steve admitted, licking his neck again. "Stupid me."

The second finger joined the first and Martin groaned slowly.

Steve spoke to him today many beautiful words, words that everyone would like to hear. Martin was very happy to live to see Paxton being able to generate such words and emotions.

He was also delighted to have Paxton alive.

This track accident was terrifying. Looking at him the blood froze in Martin. If at that moment something really happened to the driver...! If he had fallen into a coma like Hannah... Martin’s heart couldn’t bear the pain, and the boy understood why Paxton was suffering so much with his friend’s condition. To see someone dear so close to death... To see it so clearly and so spectacularly...!

But Steve made it out alive. He was safe. And perhaps the nearness of death opened his eyes and heart even wider. It is said that after experiencing the nearness of death, a person begins to appreciate life more.

So now, as his fingers rummaged inside Martin and teased his soft, sensitive tissues, Steve was licking his neck with a tenderness and passion that Martin had never known before. It’s like Steve is making love for the first time in his new life.

Because that’s how it was! It was their first time since the accident, the first time Paxton had faced death, so his love was just like that - new and intense!

Steve took his fingers out, and Martin knew that in a moment, in words, a moment, he would experience an almost mystical sensation of bliss. The cold lubricant and hot penis touched the entrance to his temple of Greek love and slowly began to penetrate its interior filling the boy’s mind with a thousand sensual sensations.

Paxton’s penis was large and strong, but Martin’s interior recognized him already and did not resist him. It invited him joyfully and softly enveloping him with its warmth. He missed him so much that Martin made a vague sound, more than a groan or a squeak, relaxing completely and even more invitingly.

"You want me so much?" Steve asked straight into his ear.

"Very," admitted Martin innocently blushing.

Paxton turned his face to him.

"I want you too. Very," he announced passionately and tenderly, and slid his tongue between Martin’s parted lips.

Steve was filling him downstairs and upstairs now, giving the boy double the pleasure. There was a sensual dance of tongues up here as there, down there, a hot, thick piston made its way deep into Martin’s belly and backed away only to repeat the attack. Strong, determined, like a real conqueror. Like the king of life.

Martin groaned softly, letting bliss fill him twice. He was hot, he felt wonderful. Steve shifted his rhythm and his occasional, hard thrust made the air escape from Martin’s lungs... right into Paxton’s mouth. The pleasure caused by the penetration spilled over Martin’s body and then Steve also made a few stronger thrusts flooding him with his life force.

The driver pulled out of Martin slowly and turned him to face him. He dropped to his knees and took the mechanic’s neglected penis in his mouth. He caressed him and sucked him with such devotion that soon Martin’s stomach shook a well-known shudder, and the driver’s mouth and throat were filled with a thick, sticky liquid.

Steve got up from his knees and pulled his pants over Martin and zipped his own zipper closed.

"That was what I needed," said the satisfied driver. The satisfaction in his voice was so clear that even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to hide it.

Martin felt tired, a little sore, but happy. Feeling as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest happily, he threw his arms around Paxton’s neck and, on his toes, kissed him tenderly. He felt the salty taste of his own semen on his lover’s lips.

"Didn’t I tire you out too much? Will you be able to move? " Steve asked anxiously.

"Of course," nodded Martin. "I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom, but I’m fine. Very good even. "

Martin’s voice was full of joy and enthusiasm. It couldn’t be different since his heart was filled with joy.

"You’ll wait for me, won’t you?" Martin asked, clearly indicating that he needed to go to the toilet. He did not want to stain his pants, so he had to wash as quickly as possible, but most of all get rid of the embarrassing traces from the inside that a man had reached in him.

"Of course," Steve confirmed. "I will not move a step from here."

Martin rejoiced "brilliantly" and with a broad smile on his lips, though with a slightly hesitant pace, went to the toilet.

It was only in the bathroom that Martin noticed that Jack was trying to contact him. The boy felt a bit anxious and called his older friend.

"Answer one question for me," Jack said at the outset without even greeting Martin. "Have you seen Steve today?"

"Yes," he admitted. "He is in the workshop ..."

"Thank God!" Lambert sighed with relief.

"Why? What happened?" Martin was concerned, feeling that his heart might stop in a moment.

"Luckily nothing," said Jack, adding, "The tests showed nothing wrong, but the doctor had him monitored for several days. He even wanted to keep him in the hospital, but Steve refused. Steve didn’t hit anything with his head, but the brain itself might have bumped a little against the skull ... it’s too complicated for me ... The point is, there may be some side reactions. Probably nothing will show up, but maybe, which is why Karl and I keep a close eye on him. When Steve disappeared to us at the airport, we were a little scared that he might have passed out somewhere, but since he went to meet you ... "

"Steve looked and acted normal ..."

"That’s good. If he was in real danger, the doctor would be more stubborn to stop him. Let’s say we’re blowing it cold. "

"Sure! No problem. I’ll keep an eye on this," promised Martin.

"I’m counting on you!"

After this conversation, Martin began to feel a certain unease, which was intensified when he did not see Steve by the convertible after leaving the toilet. The driver said he would not move, so where was he now?

"Dave! Stop it! " Martin heard Sid’s pleading voice from the other side of the car. He did not see the boys because of the raised car hood. Steve was probably with them.

"I’m not doing anything wrong," defended Dave. "I just found out that this man made Martin a fagot!"

Martin stopped short. What did Dave say? Was he saying that to Steve? Martin flared with anger. How can Dave say such things ?! Furious, he ran to attack, but Paxton’s calm, matter-of-fact voice stopped him.

"Sid, come on. Dave has a right to think what he wants, although I’d rather he didn’t use offensive words on Martin. "

"But ..." Sid tried to object.

Meanwhile, an angry Dave interrupted.

"I don’t need someone like you to tell me what I can and cannot think or say!" he growled. "I don’t need your permission to think independently!"

"Of course not," Paxton agreed calmly. "But don’t you think Martin doesn’t need your permission or approval to go out with whom he wants?"

"I didn’t know you were so smart," retorted Dave, "and so righteous. If you are so wonderful, why were you not a good idol, a good role model, just used Martin and made him gay ?! "

In an instant, Martin saw the scene when Steve took him for the first time. Martin remembered being scared and confused then, but the memory was no longer bad or even unpleasant. He also remembered a conversation he had with Kevin about how his relationship with Paxton would be treated in the media. Dave represented the negative side.

"Dave, it’s not like that!" Martin finally came out. "I don’t know how to explain it to you as long as I care about Steve as I have never cared about anyone before. Steve was my idol, he is my idol, but he is more ... "

"But he shouldn’t!" Dave insisted, and his passionate eyes met his older friend’s eyes. "You didn’t have it in you. You’ve been dating girls, and that’s how it should continue. You should get engaged, get married, make yourself two or three children and grow up happily with your wife as your grandchildren grow up. This is how your life should be. But he broke it for you! He made you break down and if he keeps coming over you, you won’t be able to fix yourself ..."

Dave’s words ached. Could his younger friend really think that way? Did he really think Martin was... broken?

"Dave, get out right now!" suddenly they heard another voice. Everyone looked where he was coming and saw Teddy flushed with anger. "Only come back when you cool down."

The boy stared at him without a word, then turned and left. Sid looked helplessly at the crowd and ran after his friend.