Race With a Heart
Chapter 169: Is it Possible to Return to Innocence?

Chapter 169: Is it Possible to Return to Innocence?

The driver’s pale eyes looked up at him in surprise at the sudden confession. They shone so beautifully that Kevin’s heart flooded with tenderness.

Yes, if you are not gay, but you take off your pants in front of a man, sticks your butt towards him and let him put his penis there, then this man cannot be completely indifferent. If this man were indifferent, the body would naturally react with resistance.

Kevin’s body also firmly rejected Jack at first. Moore sensed the eroticism flowing from the driver and found it unpleasant. Lambert spent a lot of time and patience to finally break Kevin’s instinctive resistance and make the young professor, albeit with a great deal of shyness, take off his pants himself.

Of course, not all cases are the same, but the situations when a heterosexual man lets a completely stranger into himself it’s an exception that only confirm the rule. Of course, adventures for money are not counted here.

"Why, while talking about other men’s love-erotic issues," Jack asked, without taking his eyes off him, "did I feel the overwhelming temptation of your body?"

"Because we’re both men and talking about sex turns us on?" Moore suggested.

"Damn it! Professor, I thought I would go to bed early today."

"You shouldn’t have started talking about sex."

"Damn it! I’m so glad neither of us are a woman. "

"Ooooh? Why?"

"Because with our frequency, we would either spend a fortune on babies or on contraception."

"And so we can safely spend it on lubricants."

"One more word and I’ll throw myself at you," Jack threatened.

"And I thought I’d never get you out of that chair."

"Damn it!"

It was only a moment and Jack’s nimble fingers were already sinking in Moore’s hair and his tongue was digging into his lover’s mouth. The attack was lightning fast, in fact worthy of a racing driver, and Paxton was said to have a better start. Maybe he does, but on the track, because when it comes to love, probably no one in the world has been able to compare to Jack Lambert.

"God, I love you so much!" the driver announced to Kevin as their tongues finally unraveled. "If this man loves Don as I love you, I’m not surprised he was able to destroy others for him."

"Don’t talk about other men as you sit on my lap and put your arms around my neck and breathe the air that comes out of my mouth. It’s rude."

"Rude?" Jack raised one eyebrow and lowered one hand to stroke Kevin’s torso. "Who lied to you that I’m good?"

Moore shook his head pityingly.

"It’s not going to be right," he announced.

"What is going on? What is wrong?" Lambert was concerned.

"I didn’t refill the bottle in the kitchen. We have to move to the bedroom. "

***

Don Alston fell heavily on the couch, panting. He was warm and terribly tired, but the fulfillment he experienced was a heavenly delight for him.

Nelson was also breathing like he was running a marathon. He turned his head towards Don and smiled with satisfaction showing his full set of white teeth. In response, Alston did the same.

Nobody had to ask the latter if he was satisfied. The cheers, gasps, and groans they both uttered clearly showed the pleasure they were experiencing.

Nelson rolled over and stroked Don’s face.

"You did well," he praised. "Even brilliant."

The praise brightened Alston. The touch of that strong hand was warm and tender. Thanks to him, Don felt safe. If Nelson responded like this to his every call, Alston had good days ahead, whatever his future on the track.

But there was something that could threaten this happiness.

"Nelson ..."

"Yes?"

"What about this whore?"

"You have nothing to worry about. The police found the perpetrator. "

"Really?" the boy was surprised, lifting himself on his shoulder.

"Yes," Nelson reassured him. "He’s a homeless young man, junkie. A phone belonging to her was found with him. "

"A phone..."

"Don’t worry, I cleaned up the traces of the recording. Nothing’s going to happen to you. "

"I’m not worried about myself, but about you. When you promised you would clean up ... Nelson, I don’t want anything to happen to you ... "

The man smiled warmly at him with satisfaction.

"Nothing’s going to happen to me, my little one. I haven’t done anything wrong. "

"But..."

"You think I killed her, don’t you?" Nelson smiled cheekily. "You think you’re sleeping with a murderer?"

"What? No!"

Alston blushed. True, he thought Nelson had killed a hooker, but when Nelson took him, Don never thought of him as a murderer.

In fact, in Alston’s eyes, Nelson had never been a murderer, not even when he suspected him of killing a prostitute. The girl blackmailed Don, threatened him, took advantage of his moment of weakness and wanted to destroy him. If Nelson deleted her, killed her, it was only to remove the threat. It was like a self-defense, not a murder.

"No," Alston repeated, clearly more quiet this time. "You were never a murderer in my eyes."

"But was it nice to think that I killed for you?" insisted Nelson.

"No" Don’s voice was even softer. "I was afraid for you. I know you would do anything for me, you don’t have to prove anything to me, but if you killed her and the police found out ... If you were arrested ... "

"Would you be sad?"

"Of course! I would lose my only friend."

"So I am your friend?" Nelson asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I do not know I think so. It means..."

Alston felt more and more uncomfortable, more and more insecure. He had never spoken to anyone about such personal topics before, and in such an intimate setting.

Nelson’s hand caressed his cheek again.

"I know I’m intimidating for you," the man announced smiling this time with understanding. "I am much older than you, I have a professional relationship with your father and you know that I handle some things not very cleanly. You know I would do anything for you, but you don’t know why, do you? "

"Yes," admitted Don. "I do not know."

"When I saw you for the first time, then, sitting on the stairs, it was right after I killed a man. I was a young gangster who just ... Killing a man, even in a fight, is not a pleasant experience, or at least it shouldn’t be. I felt really bad then. I felt as though I had no right to live, but wanted to live. That’s when I saw you, an innocent, pure little boy who ran away from the house because his father was having a row inside. Your eyes were like the eyes of a small, scared animal. Those innocent eyes looked at me, the murderer, and smiled. At that moment something broke in my heart and I decided to protect your innocence at all costs as compensation for the life taken earlier. "

"But I’m not innocent," remarked Don.

"Because I couldn’t protect you from yourself," sighed Nelson. "I couldn’t try to save something you so badly wanted to destroy."

"I didn’t see any other way for myself," admitted Don. "You showed it to me. You kept exhorting me to be patient, to think about what I was doing, you said that I am not like my father, but I ... Do you think," he asked shyly," that I can still become what you want me to be? Can I be innocent? "

"You are very close," assured Nelson. "And I am very proud of you. You gave up your obsession with Martin and sincerely apologized for your bad behavior ... "

"It was you who helped me understand my mistake."

"But it was you, risking it all, admitting to being involved in the anti-Paxton action, although your only participation was that you knew I was doing something."

"I was already screwed up anyway," Don shamed. The real reason was slightly different, but Alston wouldn’t admit it to Nelson.

"You haven’t been sleeping with a whore or girl whose reputation is questionable in a long time, either."

The young driver blushed ashamed.

Rita was his last whore. The girl turned out to be a mean bitch who recorded them making love and blackmailed him that she would sell the material to the media or put it on the internet if he did not pay her. Don got furious, punched her several times - for the first and only time in his life he raised his hand against the woman - and informed Nelson, who had promised to take care of this situation. So Alston could be calm.

Heather was his last girlfriend. After she abandoned him and returned to her hometown, to her mum to act out the local sex bomb again, Don lost all respect for her. He didn’t follow her because he didn’t have time for it and he had his erotic obsession with Martin. Hunting for a colleague was a much more interesting activity than picking up easy girls.

Then there was the punishment Nelson gave him.

"I think ..." admitted Don quietly, "that as long as you stay with me, I won’t sleep with any girls anymore. Sex with them is boring and besides, we only had lesson one. "

"So we have a lot of new lessons ahead of us. In addition, there will be material repetitions, tests and an exam at the end of the semester. Something tells me you won’t see any pussy or tits soon. "

"I don’t have to," Don assured him, feeling he was bursting with joy. Nelson was really there for him, always ready to fulfill all his desires. "Sucking a man’s nipple is no worse than sucking a woman’s nipple."

He did not add that as for the pussy, he preferred to put out his own hole and let the man fuck him. But not some random man. Only Nelson.

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