Race With a Heart
Chapter 166: Always for Me

Chapter 166: Always for Me

"I’m glad you called. Do you need me for talk or for something more?"

Don timidly looked down.

"You came right away..." he replied shyly to Nelson. "Weren’t you busy with something?"

"What could be more important than you?"

Don Alston swallowed hard. These words, this tone of voice ...

"I apologized to Martin and confessed in the stable that I was involved in the incidents on the track ..."

"Did they do something to you?" Nelson clearly became concerned. "Did Paxton hit you again?" his voice grew cold and threatening.

"No. They... I think they forgave me. I do not understand this."

Nelson put a hand on his head and stroked him very gently. Alston twitched under the touch, but not in disgust or resistance, Nelson’s touch was so warm and tender!

Before the night Nelson fulfilled his threat and took Don, he had never allowed himself any physical closeness to Alston. He didn’t even shake his hand. But when he took possession of Don’s entire body, when he made it writhe under him in pleasure mixed with pain, and the younger man’s lips groaned, he also took ownership of Don’s body. He probably wouldn’t have touched him again after that night had it not been for Alsotn’s plea to stay, and then this extraordinary promise that he would be there at his every call.

Don called him today.

He didn’t even mean sex. Today’s events shocked Alston emotionally and in his outlook on life. It was like a sequel to that night where Don was forced to face a certain reality and see the truth.

Nelson’s warm, tender hand gently caressed Don’s head. The young driver looked up at him and saw that his smile was just as warm and affectionate.

Something fluttered uneasily in Don’s heart.

"I’m so lost," he complained to Nelson.

"It’s understandable," the man replied kindly as he continued to stroke him.

"What should I do?" Don asked almost desperately.

"And what do you want to do?"

"I do not know!"

"So don’t do anything. Many of yours mistakes were due to being rushed. So don’t act. Take your time off. Relax."

"But..."

Nelson brought Don’s hand to his mouth and began to lick his middle finger.

Alston shuddered. He wasn’t gay! It was definitely not! So why does he is melting at Nelson’s touch? Why does he dream that the mouth of this strong man would not be his finger, but a cock that grows on its volume?

"You want me to relax?" Don repeated, feeling his mouth oddly dry.

"This will give you a clear mind and perspective. Relaxed, you will be able to look into your heart and see what you really want."

At this point, Alston wished someone would hug him. But for nothing he could say it out loud.

"Why?" he asked instead. "Why are you for me in every way I need you? Why are you better for me than my parents?"

"What kind of answer do you expect from me?"

"I? I want the truth!" But after saying these words, Don felt fear. How will this truth be? What will he feel if he hears that Don’s father made Nelson follow his every whim and that he was paying him for it? It was just like his father and... Nelson. So maybe he shouldn’t ask for the truth and pretend that Nelson’s concern was genuine?

"You really want the truth?" the man whose eyes pierced Alston right through wanted to be sure. That look was so erotic!

Don wanted to back down from his decision. He wanted to keep the illusion he had created in his mind. He wanted to believe that he was important to someone not for the sake of his father’s money.

"Yes," he admitted quietly. Better to find out the truth now and accept it, even if it hurts. If the truth comes out when Don gets more involved, then it will be worse for him.

"Ten years ago I met a little boy who was sitting alone on the front steps of his big house and from inside he heard the sounds of his father’s screams. The boy had a sad face and large, frightened eyes. For some reason, I immediately liked the boy and watched him grow up. I watched him come of age and struggle to find a place for himself in this world. I was helping him secretly and helping him openly, because this boy grew more and more into my heart with each passing year. I’ve seen his ups and downs. I was able to fix some of his mistakes, others he had to pay for himself. But always all I wanted was the boy’s happiness."

Don felt his heart pounding fast. That boy, siting sad in the stair of a large house, it was him!

"But between what you say, between the feeling you are talking about and what you are doing now is very far."

"Really?" Nelson was surprised and licked Alston’s finger again. "Does this caress give you no pleasure? Does it not give you ... happiness? "

Don’s breathing became heavy.

"You really like this boy that much?" He asked.

"I like the man he has become much more. I love this rich, spoiled, arrogant coxcomb who thinks the whole world belongs to him. I guess I have a soft spot for little bastards because there is something deliciously cute about them."

"Do you have me for a little bastard?" Don asked irritably.

At that moment the young driver felt a jerk and, thrown off balance, he leaned forward, landing in Nelson’s warm arms.

"I have you for a very little bastard," he explained. "You only know a few dirty tricks."

Nelson’s arms were so warm and so strong! Don felt so nice in them.

"You never wanted to teach me more," he complained to the man embracing him.

"Because dirty tricks aren’t for you. I always said you were better than this. Right?"

Yes, Nelson always said that.

"That’s why you made them for me, so I wouldn’t have to make them. But... don’t do that again, please. Don’t do dirty tricks for me."

"Why?"

"Because ... I think you’re better than that, too," Don confessed, blushing. It was so wonderful to be in Nelson’s arms! "I don’t want you to do anything for my satisfaction. I want you to be pleased too. Paxton and track related stuff, shut down anything that might endanger you and stay out of this, okay?"

"And you? Will you get involved in these matters? "

Alston sensed the concern in Nelson’s voice and felt wonderful with it.

"I will relax. I’ll take my time off. I will think about what I want to do with my life next. "

"Good. It’s a very good decision," agreed Nelson.

Don felt very pleased with the praise. He wanted to snuggle into the man’s arms even more, but they were so tight to each other now that there was not even a pin between them.

"Nelson, I ..." Alston confessed shyly, softly. "With you, I am happy. I was a bit afraid of you, but now I know that I was really afraid not to disappoint you. This thing with Martin ... "

"I was jealous," admitted Nelson, completely surprising Alston. "As long as you fucked women, I couldn’t say a word. Well, a natural thing. The only thing I didn’t like was when you hung out with dirty prostitutes. But when your mind became obsessed with another man, jealousy overwhelmed me. If you’ve started looking at men erotically, you should look at me that way. I couldn’t bear the thought of your penis sinking into another man."

"But you didn’t stop me from chasing him," Don remarked. "Why?"

"Because you chose him. You wanted him, not me. Knowing you, I knew that when you fill it your body, sooner or later you would get bored of Martin and you would abandon him like you abandoned all your girlfriends. "

Nelson was probably right, actually... He was right, actually. Don was not in love with Martin, he just wanted to possess him, own him, crush him under his body so that he would moan with pleasure ...

Meanwhile, it was him, Don, groaning with pleasure under the body of another man.

"You’re getting hard," Nelson noted. "It’s so cute!"

"I’m not cute!" Don was indignant and stepped back a few centimeters. He couldn’t do more because Nelson wouldn’t let him.

"You can be tough to the whole world, but you are cute to me!" Nelson explained holding him in an iron grip. Even if he wanted to, Alston wouldn’t be able to get away. Only he didn’t want it at all.

He didn’t want to be cute either, but he made an involuntary sweet face.

Nelson’s hands are starting to slide down and Alston knew exactly where they were aiming. His body hardened for a moment under that firm, though caressing, touch, but then he made an involuntary motion that made it easier for Nelson to access his ass. The finger bit into him unpleasantly, dry...