Race With a Heart
Chapter 168: Choices

Chapter 168: Choices

’Yes, yes, oh, yes!’ Something started screaming inside Don. This strange reversal of the role between his fantasy and reality was perversely delightful.

Alston tasted strange, salty in his mouth. At this point, Nelson pushed him away from him. Don lost his balance and fell to the carpet. Nelson stood over him and with a few decisive movements of his hand, he released the semen that fell on Alston’s face.

Don closed his eyes. He turned his head instinctively, but every trickle, even a drop, that fell on him, sent a thrill of excitement in his body. At this point, does his face have a similarly sexy expression to Martin’s?

The sperm stopped falling on him, and Alston dared to look at Nelson to see how the man looked at him. Nelson stood over him like a huge, motionless statue. From this angle, Don saw his beautiful manhood first, then his torso and face.

The look that Nelson looked at him, his smile ...

Alston felt a wonderful shiver run through his body. He knew from that point on, he belonged entirely to Nelson.

No one has ever looked at him with such tenderness and adoration before.

"How did you like lesson one?" Nelson asked arrogantly, somewhat affectionately, and held out his hand to Don to help him get up.

"Is the teacher satisfied with his student?" asked the young driver, shaking his hand and with his help getting up from the ground.

"Very," Nelson admitted, and pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket. He started wiping the sperm from Don’s face with it. "These are proofs of my satisfaction. And what do you feel? "

"It was amazing, but ..."

"Yes?"

"I miss something..."

"Fulfillments?" Nelson suggested.

"Yes," Don admitted timidly wondering how intimidating this strong man was.

Nelson smiled at him with satisfaction. He handed Alston a handkerchief, suggesting that he remove the sperm himself and that he take off his pants and shorts. He went to the couch, on which he sat very comfortably in such a way that Don could clearly see both his beautiful penis and firm buttocks and announced:

"Today you decide for yourself whether you want to be in me or if you want me to be in you. Choose. "

Alston’s heart beat as hard as it wanted to burst his chest. Nelson’s words made the young driver’s eyes dark for a moment.

Nelson really was giving him the right to choose at this point, offering him both his penis and his ass?

The decision was only apparently not easy to make. Don, as a man, should want to put his penis in someone’s hole and do exactly what nature dictates. He was already penetrating the ass, except it was a woman’s ass, but the experience was very enjoyable. Nelson’s buttocks were very attractive, and the secret hidden between them summoned delight Alston already knew. It was wonderful to anally fuck someone. After all, that’s what he wanted to do with Martin. This is where it all started.

But Nelson wasn’t Martin, and Don felt a strange resistance to the thought of daring into this man. Nelson was of a completely different class. He wasn’t a man you could fuck with impunity. It was a man who fucked others as naturally as if it was in his blood. And it wasn’t just about sex. Nelson was just dominating. The fact that he let Alston choose was a testament to his devotion.

But maybe Nelson wants Don to get into him? After all, he himself said that Alston began to attract him when he started sleeping with women and it was him, Nelson, who wanted to be his partner at the time. Did that mean Nelson wanted...?

Don swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

"Whatever I choose will be good for you?" he asked Nelson.

"Yes. You are the absolute master of the situation. Will you climb onto me or enter me, I will be glad as long as you enjoy it. "

"And you, don’t you have any preferences?"

"Maybe I have, maybe I don’t," he announced teasing. "My preference is you and your satisfaction. Do what you want with me. "

Alston took a deep breath. He imagined himself riding Nelson and his beautiful penis sliding into him painfully, making him shudder with pleasure.

He also imagined his penis penetrating inside Nelson and allowing himself to be wrapped in hot softness.

Both visions were extremely erotic, but only one was an irresistible temptation.

Don opened his eyes.

"Sorry if my choice is not what you expect," he announced, "but I’m a very selfish person."

The young driver determinedly stripped off his clothes and walked over to Nalson. The man looked at him with a smile and curiosity as to what his choice was.

Alston took a deep breath.

***

Kevin Moore furrowed his brows and put his right hand, curled into a loose fist, thoughtfully. The outside of his thumb stroked his lip.

"Did Don reveal to you the details of what exactly he did and why?" he asked Jack, sitting opposite.

The men had just finished dinner and Lambert told his partner about what Alston had confessed. Kevin listened in surprise, then thought deeply.

"No," Jack admitted with a sigh. "We didn’t ask. Of course I was curious, but I preferred not to dig in front of Steve. "

"I don’t think Don would be able to answer you," Kevin announced. "In my opinion, he didn’t do anything personally."

"What do you mean? Do you want to say someone is working with him? "

"Wouldn’t that be logical?" Moore noticed. "Don is a young driver with no knowledge. He doesn’t have much of his own resources, and his father, who is someone big in his neighborhood, is actually a hurdle in the big world. The boy does not have the resources to carry out such an action and - do not be offended on his behalf - he also has no brains. He also had no opportunity."

"So why did he confess?" Jack asked. "He could have denied anything, and it would be over."

"I’m not saying Don is innocent," Moore pointed out, "only that he wasn’t acting alone. He could confess for many reasons, for example he was afraid that when his participation in this matter came to light after his denial, nothing would save him, and if he told the truth now, you would forgive him."

"I do not know. And these other reasons? " Jack asked.

"Don underwent a homosexual initiation and from what you say it did not happen entirely voluntarily. The boy could experience a shock that made him feel like a victim, so suddenly he could feel guilt choking him. He subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, so if Martin asked him so directly, he might have reacted subconsciously."

"Hmm, I like that better. Don is not a bad boy ... "

"There are no bad boys in this world for you," remarked Kevin smiling fondly.

"Because there aren’t any," announced Lambert. "There are only boys who have experienced too much, too little, or not what they should have in their lives. No one is born entirely bad, and no one dies entirely good. Each of us is guilty of something. "

Jack became sad as if a very unpleasant memory had flashed in his head.

Kevin wanted to ask if Jack was guilty of something too, but decided it wasn’t the best time. His intuition told him Lambert’s fault lay sometime when Jack and his brother were still together, but those were painful memories that you’d better avoid accidentally recalling.

"Any other explanation for Don?" Lambert became interested, regaining his serenity as much as possible while analyzing the deeds of his younger colleague from the stable.

"Don is protecting someone, the real culprit," Moore announced.

"Wow, really? Don takes the blame for someone else? It must be..."

Kevin smiled as he imagined the cogs moving in Jack’s brain to trigger a thought process. Lambert was by no means an idiot, but he suffered from a distinct lack of education, so he had neither the mental preparation nor the tools to carry out certain analyzes, so he did so instinctively to delight Moore at times.

Jack has always worked with his heart - his faith in people and his courage, but there were times when he also showed off his intellect. Usually it was when he had to find something to help the stables or to protect one of the people he loved. Therefore, when confronted with Kevin’s father, Jack had a very sharp tongue.

"I think that’s the man who fucked him," Jack announced. "Alston doesn’t have a lot of friends, and besides... If you’re screwed up while you’re not gay, then that person has to be somewhat special to you. Either you are very afraid of him, or you respect him very much, or... you love him very much. What do you think?"

"I think I love you," Moore replied without hesitating, unrelated to the matter, but at that moment he felt like he was falling in love with Jack again.

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