Race With a Heart
Chapter 123: As if There Was No One Else in the World

"I’ve been waiting for you to say that. Are you ready to be very, very naughty? "

"Oh yes! Today I’m going to plow your ass carefully. "

Moore smiled as if he was waiting for something like that. He knew perfectly well that his caresses would stimulate Jack. That’s what he did them for. Kevin got up especially slowly to make that lovely man hotter and began to take off his clothes.

Jack stared at him with full sway, following his every move as if it were a theatrical performance. If they had music... But Jack hadn’t thought about it, and now they were both so hot that even without music their imaginations provided them with enough impressions.

Although, how can one speak of imagination, since Lambert had exposed himself so long ago that he could not hide any secret anywhere, and Moore was doing the same.

Unless the imagination of what they are going to do with each other in a moment.

Completely naked, Kevin climbed onto Jack’s lap and sat on him straddling his knees, pulling his knees up so that they hugged his lover’s waist. He wrapped his arms around his neck. He brought his lips to his, but didn’t kiss them, just bit them gently so that Jack could feel, but not to leave a bloody trail.

"Uhm ... Kevin ..." Lambert muttered happily. "Is something biting you if you are biting me?"

It was just a joke, but Jack didn’t even suspect that he had guessed. Kevin had the unpleasant thought that Steve might have something to do with the death of a young stripper. He had no evidence for it, and he didn’t want it, he wanted to believe Paxton was innocent for Martin’s sake and for Jack’s sake - two men who could keep their hearts pure in this dirty world.

"Only the desire of your body," lied Moore, lightly biting his lover again.

Kevin couldn’t tell Jack about his assumptions, not even for the sake of the investigation. Moore’s suspicions of Steve would have been too much of a blow to Lambert.

Jack will definitely believe in Paxton’s innocence unconditionally. After all, he treated him like his younger brother. Perhaps that was his way of compensating for the loss of Paul, or maybe he really trusted Steve.

Kevin wanted to trust him too, but ...

This time Moore began to kiss his lover, hard and passionate. It was just him and Jack now, and there was no room here for any other man, whoever he was. They didn’t need a third person to creep in between the two.

Kevin’s kiss was hot and hungry, as if with its intensity he wanted to throw out unnecessary thoughts completely.

Just him and Jack, as if there was no one else in the world.

Because at that moment only the two of them existed.

Kevin lifted his buttocks and hips. He didn’t get stuck on Lambert’s penis, but he was rubbing against him and he clearly felt how hard he was. This impression gave him satisfaction.

Jack put his hand out to the side and started looking for something. He reached so far that they both nearly lost their balance. Their lips parted. An annoyed Moore was about to make a critical comment when Lambert returned to his starting position and waved the bottle triumphantly.

"Today I am prepared for my lessons, Professor," he announced.

"I like students like that," said Moore. He was mentally prepared to take Jack dry, although it would not be the most pleasant experience, but there was no point in hiding the truth that he would be much more pleasant with the moisturizing fluid.

"With a teacher like you, even the worst idiot would learn," said Jack, and opened the bottle. He poured a little liquid on his hand and the scent of exotic fruits spread in the air: mango, lichia, pineapple and probably half a dozen others.

"But you taught me the pleasure of male caresses," Moore remarked, and he shivered as the cold liquid and Lambert’s finger passed between his buttocks.

"I taught you the basics," said Jack gently pressing on the eyelet. "But you are the professor, Professor."

"There is no doubt about it," said Moore, and as Jack’s finger slowly moved inside him, Kevin began licking Lambert’s eyebrows. He read about this caress in one of the oriental books and learned that for some, eyebrows are a very erogenous zone. He wondered if that was the case with Jack.

He was not disappointed because Lamber gave a sigh heavy with eroticism and Moore sensed even the faster beating of his heart.

"Oh! Professor ... Where did you learn that? " He asked.

"From the books," Moore admitted, again turning his tongue into the fluttering wings of a butterfly. "I found the theory there, and I’m doing my practice right now. You could say I’m doing a physical experiment on you. "

"I love it when you get so dirty," Jack announced happily, and he poked his finger deeper, causing a sigh to escape Kevin’s chest this time. "If you like books so much, I think I’ll have to buy you the ’Kama sutra’."

"Where did you get the idea that I haven’t read it yet?" Moore asked. "You have to know the classics."

"Idiot me," laughed Jack.

No, Jack was by no means an idiot, although his kind heart made him naive at times. Lambert sometimes trusted people too much and didn’t see the evil in them. If he finds out Kavin suspects Steve ...

No, Moore can’t think about it. At this point, it’s just him and Jack and the passion between them that has been waiting to be fulfilled.

Kevin reached behind with his hand and withdrew Jack’s hand from his butt. The lover looked at him curiously, probably surprised that the moment would come so soon when he could put something bigger into Kevin. Moore, however, was really hungry for Lambert’s love and thirsty for his life-giving juices, so he felt his lover’s hard penis behind him and started aiming at him.

"One moment," Jack asked, and he quickly doused his penis with an extra layer of moisturizing fluid.

Kevin leaned forward again and kissed him fondly, then began putting himself on Jack’s bloated manhood.

The feeling was unlike any other. A hard burn making its way through a soft, hot tunnel, pushing it apart and pressing it against all sore points...

"Oh! Jack...! Oh! Fuck...! "

In that position he was in control, or so he thought, because although he was a horse-riding rider, his steed was vicious and like a wild young Mustang in the prairies of America, he didn’t get ridden too easily. Soon Kevin experienced the full passion of his lover.

"Oh ...! Ah...! Oh... !!!

Kevin couldn’t get much more than that passionate screams.

"I promised I would ravage your asshole properly!" Jack reminded him triumphantly.

"Oh yes! Moreeee...!!!"

Lambert stopped, took Moore’s buttocks, and tossed him on the couch. Now that he was upstairs, he could put more energy into his movements, and after a while Kevin’s moans were no longer words, but the purr and panting of a copulating young bear.

Jack rested one leg on the couch. It made it easier for him to keep his balance as he worked his full force inside his Kevin. Moore felt a hot blush on his cheeks and an even greater flame of Lambert’s passion inside him. The flame that turned Jack’s seed into lava ...

***

Karl Walton came home so damn tired. It was not strictly physical fatigue, but the stress of recent events made his body no less exhausted than his mind and... heart was.

The center of all his problems and worries was Steve Paxton, but Karl couldn’t blame his friend. He knew all too well that Steve was the biggest victim in this senseless circus of aggression and hatred. For Walton has long since stopped believing that what happened to Paxton during all races this season was an accident.

Karl hired a private investigator but he found nothing, and Walton began to suspect that he was either horribly incompetent or that the enemy was smarter and richer than they had expected.

Steve suspected Don Alston might be involved. Karl was not convinced of this. Immediately after Karl’s father hired the young driver, the young manager checked Alston’s ancestry and his background. The boy came from a wealthy family who could be considered royal in their provinces, but would be nothing in the big world. Old Alston, Don’s father, was a factory owner and a small town mayor, but their fortune was no match for even the financially troubled Fergus. It wasn’t a league that could shake up something as powerful as GP2.

Steve’s suspicion, however, was grounded in one case. Don was actually in the bar, he could hear the boys, but he himself reported to the police saying that it was only after Steve was attacked that he began to slowly connect the facts. He even blamed himself that if he had guessed sooner, he could have prevented this terrible event ...

Karl did not know what the truth was. However, he did not recall the private investigator who was to x-ray Don. Better to do a thorough investigation and dispel doubts in people’s hearts than to let them grow unfoundedly. One day they may become too big to be able to beat them.