Race With a Heart
Chapter 179: Like a Knight Struck Down With One Thrust of a Lance

Chapter 179: Like a Knight Struck Down With One Thrust of a Lance

"Never!" Martin said eagerly. "How can you even joke like that?!"

"Never? Not anyone else?" Paxton made sure.

"Exactly" admitted aggressively Martin, looking boldly into his eyes glistening with the excitement and the moonlight.

"Your ass belongs only to me?" Paxton asked with a tremble of excitement in his voice, as if a lot depended on the answer to his question.

"For you only," Martin assured him without a trace of hesitation in his voice. He was saying exactly what he felt to the man he loved above all else and wanted just as much, so what would he hesitate?

"Then give it to me here and now!" Steve demanded. "Come on! Turn around and stick your lovely butt out to me!"

It was just a glass of wine, but it was already starting to warm Martin’s blood. As were the wonderfully indecent words spoken by Paxton. When Steve gave him such orders, when he ordered him to take this position, the boy knew that he would be hard and his heart, his imagination and most of all his body were crazy with impatience. Steve will enter him powerfully, passionately, taking his breath away and taking the strength from his limbs to hold him. All that remains for Martin is an uncontrolled scream of pleasure

Breathing hard, Martin assumed the required position. He didn’t have to worry if Steve’s penis was ready. Paxton would not have made him prepare for penetration if he had not been, instead he would have made Martin caress him with his mouth or hands. The boy longed for the taste of that huge cock in his mouth and the delightful sensation it caused when his mouth and throat were pushed open, but this incident with the suspected burglar seemed to have set them both on fire and they wanted to get to the point. The time will come for other caresses, but after they satisfy their primal instincts.

So Martin boldly assumed the position demanded by Steve and stuck out his buttocks invitingly.

They’ve made love a lot lately. They made love in the morning and at night, in the evening and during the day, at every possible opportunity, like insatiable, eternally thirsty animals. So Martin expected to be so loose that Steve would step into him without any preparation. He was already waiting for a strong thrust ...

"Why does your butt look so deliciously beautiful even in the moonlight?" Paxton asked suddenly, and Martin felt a cool, thick liquid between his buttocks. "Why does he call me as much as no one and nothing has ever called me? You have asked if you are purely a sexual object to me? You are for me the object of the greatest desire of both body and soul ..."

Martin flinched at this beautiful confession and flinched as he felt Steve’s finger plunging inside him. The boy had expected something different from the words spoken by Paxton and the tone of his voice.

"I thought you would come in right away," he observed.

"You are disappointed?" Steve asked.

"A little ... No!" Martin immediately assured him, feeling his lover’s finger shamelessly caress his insides, touching his most sensitive point. "I’m not! I love everything you do with me! I love... Oh, Steve! You are so good even with only a... ah!... finger...!"

"How did you like the track today?" Steve suddenly asked, drilling Martin’s ass now with his two fingers. "Did you feel excited to be looking at you? Did you feel good when I was watching?"

Has Steve learned to read his mind?

"Yes," Martin admitted eagerly. "I was very excited. I wanted you to be proud of me."

"I was excited too. So much so that I found it hard to stand and I almost betrayed myself to Abe that I want you. It was really close. If it wasn’t for Abe’s presence, I would probably have played with my cock watching you drive ... You were so damn hot! I’d like to see you on the track in a real race. And then, then I would take you like that!"

Steve withdrew his fingers and Martin took a deep breath. The enormous battering ram approached him and entered without paying attention to any resistance of his body. Steve moved firmly and slowly, pushing Martin’s insides out with determination, going so deeply that Martin felt him in his stomach and, with a scream, released all the air that had accumulated in in his lungs.

Steve stuck into him as far as the root, but kept pushing, making Martin slump, groaning, and fall on his stomach. The boy fell under Paxton like a knight struck down with one thrust of a lance. Completely dominated, absolutely passive and... wonderfully excited.

The man began to move inside him, fat and hard. His movements were slow and not sliding, but circular, as if he wanted to widen Martin’s hot pink tunnel, not dig deeper, because it simply couldn’t go deeper.

Martin groaned and sobbed as the thick, hard manhood pressed against his walls so tightly that he could clearly feel every swollen vein. It wasn’t a cry of pain or humiliation, though, but a delightful bliss to come out physically and from knowing how much Steve wanted him.

Yes, sex itself can be a delight, but it was only after Martin became certain that an emotional bond had been established between him and Paxton that his pleasure moved to a whole different, much higher level. Sex without love was possible, it was pleasant, but it was truly fulfilling with love.

And love was undoubtedly in between, hot and tender, passionate and sensitive. She was a flame of desire and devotion, and nothing could have been a more beautiful experience for Martin than having sex with Paxton, who loved him so much.

"So how, do you like it?" Steve asked him, his voice rough with effort and excitement.

"Yeah ..." Martin groaned. "You are wonderful!"

"You are wonderful!" the driver answered and, lying down on him, but not with all his weight, still propped up with his elbows, returned to the standard, sliding movements.

But not for long. Steve didn’t want a boring pattern today, so he took turns with the two moves - a few lighter or harder thrusts, then a few circular motions, and then more thrusts...

Martin felt as if he was going to die of bliss. Drilled from behind with a passion for excitement and love, he felt a heavy, painful pressure on his penis from the front, which gave him an extra stimulating sensation. Steve gasped hard, proving how much pleasure he got in fucking his lover, and every move of his hips made Martin tremble with pleasure. Steve took him as passionately as if fucking him was the most wonderful thing in the world.

How obscene!

"I want to ride the same track with you," Steve whispered in Martin’s ear. "I want us to feel this excitement together and then I want to fuck you like I do now. At least once. Only one, only one time will be enough..."

"I ... I want to be with you on the track too," admitted Martin, struggling to collect his thoughts. He was too sex-driven to be rational, but he understood what Steve was talking about. Get on the same track as Paxton! Race him even if the chances of winning were nil, but be on the same track in a real race. "But it’s not up to me... Oh Steve! Moreeeee...!" he exclaimed as Paxton made a particularly pleasant move.

"It’s all up to you. Your seat is waiting for you in the next race," Steve assured, and at that point Martin sensed he was about to explode with semen, but paused. Suddenly his hips stopped moving. "You just have to want to show up on the track."

The boy’s head was divided between the words his lover was saying and what he was doing with him. The thirst for ecstasy, however, triumphed over any rational thought. Martin wanted his insides to be flooded with Paxton’s sperm, thus giving him proof of his affection and his desire.

"Steve, why did you stop?" Martin groaned a little desperately.

"Do you want to come to the track with me?"

Was it blackmail? Was it a threat? If Martin says no, will Steve pull out of him without being satisfied?

"I want!" Martin exclaimed firmly. "I want!" he repeated almost desperately. "Just come inside me!"

Paxton just waited for those words. As soon as Martin uttered them, a few decisive thrusts resumed the flow of ecstasy through Martin’s body, and the boy felt how deeper, where the penis no longer reached, the thick liquid he had released appeared.

"Oh God!" Martin groaned. The moment Steve cum in his ass was the point of greatest pleasure for him too. It is as if his delight depends on the delight of his lover.

Steve pulled out of him heavily and rolled Martin over onto his back. The boy, though his eyesight was obscured by the mist of delight and the room was quite dark, saw Steve’s face bathed in the silver moonlight above him and shivered.

’God, how beautiful he is!’ Martin thought, but he couldn’t look at that face any longer as it disappeared from his sight, retreating into the darkness and... towards his cock...