Race With a Heart
Chapter 167: Teach Me, Master!

Chapter 167: Teach Me, Master!

"Oh!" a painful cry escaped from Don’s chest. Part of him wanted to get away from the experience, but the other part wanted to beg for more.

"Unbutton my shirt," Nelson ordered. "As you noticed, my hands are a bit busy."

Don started. He was going to do what? Nelson wanted Don ...

But it was precisely because the command came from Nelson’s lips that the young driver could not object, he could not resist. Nelson’s words had always been an oracle to him because Nelson had never, ever hurt him and had always cared for his well-being.

Don’s hands trembled as they slowly, uncertainly began to undo buttons on this strong man’s shirt. Nelson was not wearing a T-shirt under his shirt, so Alston immediately saw a beautifully sculpted torso, indicating that Nelson was not avoiding the gym. Don touched the shyly taut skin beneath which taut flesh stretched. A pleasant thrill of excitement spread over Alston’s body from the fingertips. Too pleasant to be denied by Don. The erotic desire felt stronger and louder in him. The hands, still timid, however, dared to reach for the pink, hard protrusions.

"Yes, that’s right," praised Nelson. "It is in these situations that you can allow yourself complete freedom. With me you can afford any fantasy, any desire."

"Any desire?" Nelson’s offer was as tempting as his body.

"These are the advantages of a relationship with a man whose mind is directed solely to please his lover."

Exclusively for me, Alston repeated, feeling joy, excitement and disbelief at the same time.

Was Nelson always there for him? Was he just waiting for the moment when Don would one day discover, among his romances, a desire to experience a man?

"You really want me?" Don asked with a mixture of hope and dread. "Did you really wait for me to start thinking of men this way? Since when?"

"From your first time with a woman. As long as you were erotically innocent and inexperienced, you were pure flower to me. But when your eroticism woke up, when your penis got the taste of sex with your partner, I wanted to be your partner and lead you through the arcane of the most sophisticated eroticism. I wanted to be your teacher of carnal pleasures."

How exciting these words were! How exciting the vision was! Nelson himself suddenly became the embodiment of sex that activated all the sensual desires of Alston’s body.

Don, like his father, had a tremendous sexual appetite. His father was never satisfied with his mother and he quickly pushed her into the background by devoting himself to numerous romances. But he never had a mistress for long. He liked to play with them, feed them, and then abandon them. Until now, Don has done exactly the same. He was attracted to women, he adored their bodies, but he felt no real attachment or fascination for any of them. They were like toys in his hands. But in Nelson’s hands, he was the toy.

However, this is not quite so. He wasn’t a toy because Nelson always meant the best for him. Nelson certainly didn’t want to take advantage of him and gave him up as he might have done so long ago. Nelson was... his master.

And now he was going to be a teacher for him, a guide to the world of refined erotic bliss... Alston’s penis pressed against his pants so much that the experience was almost painful.

"Teach me, master!" Don asked, feeling a hot surge of excitement.

"Your instinct was guiding you well," Nelson announced clearly pleased. "Male nipples are no less sensitive than female nipples. Women, however, too often neglect this area. And it’s nice to suck nipples, isn’t it? Follow your instincts. Try to suck my nipples."

Don Alston blushed and bowed his head. First, shyly, he gently licked the protruding, hard button. He made a few laps with his tongue and then covered the nipple with his lips and sucked it.

Nelson wiggled the finger Alston sucked in his ass, suggesting he liked the caress. Nelson’s lively reaction pleased Don. He liked that the finger reached deeper and deeper and began to move inside it. A heat wave hit Don. There was also something incredibly erotic about the act of sucking a man’s breasts.

Alston transformed into a little leech sucked on the man’s breast and only detached himself from him when the caress gave him sufficient satisfaction.

"Excellent" praised Nelson and Don felt like a student praised at school by his favorite teacher. Nelson slipped his finger out of it, which was a bit of an unpleasant experience. "Today we’re going to focus on sucking. Kneel before me."

"I have to kneel?" Alston wondered unpleasantly. Kneeling down in front of someone was a form of humiliation or submission. He, Don Alston, is to kneel in front of Nelson?

"How else will your head get level with my cock?" Nelson asked rationally.

Yes, that was a valid argument.

Don slowly sank to his knees. At eye level, he still had Nelson’s zipper buttoned up and his manhood trapped behind a zipper.

"What are you waiting for?" urged Nelson. "Get to work!"

Alston felt his heart beat hard. His own breathing was heavy and his back and cheeks were hot. Something else was hot - a member throbbing in the crotch.

Driving professionally in car racing, Don had to have great courage to face dizzying speed, rivals on the track and himself. In his private life, he was also always bold. Now, however, as he knelt in front of another man’s clothed penis, he felt terribly intimidated. As he reached out to open the fly, it seemed that his hand was trembling.

But he touched the fly. He had no other choice. He couldn’t look like a total coward before Nelson, and besides ...

There was also a sizable bulge behind the zipper that reminded him of the events of that night, where pain and humiliation mingled with sexual pleasure. It was that dick trapped in his clothes that gave him this pleasure.

Alston swallowed hard. He took a deep breath and decisively pulled back the zipper. Knowing how shameless he was at this moment struck Don with such force it almost knocked him off his knees.

"Why did you stop?" Alston asked grudgingly. "You don’t want me to have to wait, do you?"

"Of course not!" Don reassured him in a hoarse voice and released Nelson’s penis completely. "Oh!"

The young driver already knew what to do. He knew he had to take this beautiful dick in his mouth and suckle as Nelson had instructed him, but he was completely out of experience and still felt a subconscious fear.

’I’m not gay’ a denial of what he had just committed popped up again in his mind. In his mind, Alston was not gay, and yet he was kneeling in front of the man, willingly and gladly picking up on his fly to suck his cock.

’I am not ...’ Don repeated in his imagination, but he could no longer finish the sentence. His mouth approached the penis, opened and slowly began to take in Nelson’s beautiful manhood.

"Yes, that’s right," Alston heard a pleased voice. The praise gave him courage. "Trust your instincts."

In a situation where Don had no theoretical knowledge, let alone any practical skill, trusting his instincts was the only option, so he did just that. Nelson had said earlier that it was going to be a sucking lesson, so Alston sucked, and the penis caressed in this way grew in his mouth filling it more and more and pressing against his palate, cheeks and tongue. As the volume of the penis increased, so did the pleasure Don felt, as if the two situations were dependent on each other.

As they were dependent, Alston realized how millions of men before him and millions after him. The discovery flooded his body with flame.

At this point, Nelson took his hair and pulled Don towards him. His penis entered deeper unpleasantly irritating Don’s palate and throat, causing a gag reflex and an urge to run away. Nelson, however, held him in place. He backed off a little and began to move in Alston’s mouth.

Despite this shocking physical discomfort, a thrill of excitement ran through the young driver’s body. What Nelson was doing to him - if any other man had tried it, Don would have bitten off his cock. But it was Nelson and he was allowed to do anything in Alston.

The awareness was intriguing. For a moment, Martin’s face appeared before his eyes, drenched in ecstasy and Paxton’s sperm. The sight cut into Alston so much that it completely captured his imagination and his desires. He wanted so much to flood Martin with his own sperm that Don’s mind went blind and deaf, with a maddened sexual obsession. He wanted that cum drenched face in front of him.

But now, in this situation, won’t it happen that his face will be flooded with sperm in front of Nelson’s eyes?