Race With a Heart
Chapter 180: When the Evening is Not Enough, the Morning Calls Out For More

Chapter 180: When the Evening is Not Enough, the Morning Calls Out For More

"Oh!!" Martin groaned again as Paxton’s hot mouth began to engulf him. They did it as greedily as Martin’s ass had just been engulfing Steve’s cock. The boy’s head began to rumble with delight.

Could anyone love with such passion? Could anyone be so greedy and yet so giving? Oh, Steve...!

"Steve! Steve !! Steeeeeeeeeeve... !!!"

Martin was screaming with delight, but his body was no longer strong, his voice was no longer powerful. His eyes no longer had light. The moment his penis exploded with semen in Paxton’s mouth, Martin became overwhelmed by a condition known as the little death.

***

Hair covered the forehead and eyes of the sleeping Martin, obscuring it with a delicate curtain, as if woven with cobwebs. The boy was sleeping so deeply that he didn’t even flinch as Steve nervously awoke from his nightmare. Good, Paxton decided, because he didn’t want to worry Martin, and he didn’t want to lie to him either.

The dream... No matter, what was in the dream, Steve couldn’t remember him anymore, but he had a feeling of anxiety, loss and helplessness. He used to have dreams like that often. Then he dreamed nothing. With Martin’s arrival, his dreams became as beautiful as they were when he was a child, but recently, during night, nightmares began to break through again. It wasn’t anything really big, nothing really scary like it used to be, but still.

Steve didn’t know exactly when they started. He dreamed them when he was away from Martin. At least it was like that before, because now they appeared even when they fell asleep in their arms. He didn’t know when it started, but it intensified when he flew to Italy. Paxton never had a problem with flying, but then he felt a bit strange during the flight. Maybe the plane went down too quickly, maybe it was more turbulence, but after landing and disembarking, Steve felt extremely tired and noticed that the ringing in his ears hadn’t subsided as quickly as ever.

Even now, sitting on the bed next to the sleeping Martin, Paxton could hear a constant ringing in his ears, or a squeal - whatever the sound was to describe. It was neither very loud nor painful, but it irritated him, even very much.

Yesterday, as he was driving, his ears were ringing again and he felt strangely tired, as if he had been behind the wheel for too long. But two hours was nothing for him. Steve was, after all, a professional driver. Yet he noticed that he had trouble focusing his eyesight.

There was no point in risking it. They weren’t going to save someone’s life, just to relax and rest, so there was no need to pretend to be macho and Paxton gave the wheel to Martin without regret, especially since the boy really liked to drive his sports car and Steve liked to watch Martin drive. However, sleepiness hit him very suddenly and very hard, and as soon as Steve closed his eyes to rest his tired eyes, he fell asleep. He probably needed that moment of sleep because he woke up refreshed, in a good mood, and ready to tease Martin a little and then plunge them both into pleasure.

Tired, they fell asleep, but then Paxton had a dream and the driver woke up very early. Steve looked at his watch. Okay, it wasn’t that early, the sun was up, but after yesterday’s fun he should wake up much later.

Anyway, what did it matter?

Steve glanced back at the sleeping Martin and marveled at his beauty. The boy had a delicate facial features, almost like a young woman, but still masculine. Martin had once admitted to his fear that Paxton saw him as a woman, but Steve had never, not even for a second, seen him except a hundred percent man. A man can also have a beautiful, delicate exterior and a gentle, pure interior. If all males looked and acted like Neanderthals, well, there would be no point in homo sapiens. And with the Neanderthals extinct, the delicacy of male features was evidence of biological evolution, where the male was no longer a club-running caveman. Although, looking at the behavior of some men, it was hard to imagine that they could say anything more than ’hum, hum’.

Steve smiled and brushed back the strand of hair that fell over Martin’s eyes. Although they were closed, they were beautiful. The lashes that shadowed his face were so wonderful Steve felt tempted to kiss them. He even leaned over, but didn’t make the move. Martin slept so beautifully. There was no reason to wake him up with a kiss.

Paxton turned and stood up. He probably did it too quickly, because he felt the sudden dizziness you feel when standing up too suddenly. He shook his head and headed for the bathroom. Taking advantage of the fact that Martin is asleep, he will be the first to shower and take care of breakfast. He wasn’t sure if there was anything edible in the house (he should have some cans of ready meals, noodle soups, and some pasta, but he wasn’t sure the food had expired yet. If so, they would go to a nearby town where was small. eatery and grocery store, but first, the shower that his body desperately needed after yesterday’s linen wrestling with Martin.

Steve was soaping his body and hair and was about to rinse the foam out of his body when someone grabbed him from behind and clung to his back. Paxton grinned happily. Only one person can be this ’someone’.

"Can’t you get enough after yesterday?" he asked Martin who was hugging him.

"I can’t get enough," the boy confirmed boldly, and began to slide his hand down Paxton’s torso and stomach, reaching down to his manhood. "I didn’t have it in my mouth yesterday," he complained.

"Do you like its taste so much?" Steve asked, glancing down to where Martin’s hand was slowly wrapping around his cock.

"Mhm," the boy confirmed.

"All right," Steve agreed. We can caress each other in the bathroom, but I don’t want you to puff yourself up so we’ll take a shower first and then put it in your mouth. What do you think?"

"I have no choice," Martin agreed reluctantly, releasing Paxton from his embrace, but Steve just waited for it. He turned quickly and grabbed the boy by the shoulders.

"I’m already soapy, but you need a proper amount of soap."

Steve put Martin in the shower and turned on the water to moisturize his skin. His lover smiled, anticipating another caress that would lead them both to the height of ecstasy. Martin’s eyes sparkled with excitement and joy, and the sight filled Paxton with unimaginable happiness.

Yes, Steve was unimaginably lucky to meet at some point in his life this very young but determined to fight for his love man. If Martin hadn’t insisted on winning Paxton’s heart, Steve would still be in the dark world of despair, or perhaps he would not be in this world at all, for despair would have devoured him to the last bone, leaving only a vague memory in the hearts of a few people.

But it wasn’t worth wondering what if, especially since there was no point in coming up with scenarios without Martin in Steve’s life. It wasn’t easy for them to become a couple, but now nobody and nothing would break them apart anymore, so imagining a potential present or future without Martin was just a waste of time.

Paxton picked up a bar of soap and began to lead it over Martin’s body with a provocative smile. The boy bit his lower lip and politely let Steve’s hands caress him under the warm streams of water. Martin trembled as Paxton caressed his nipples, torso, and stomach. His trembling was a very sexy sign of the excitement that ran through the younger man’s body like an electric current. Steve was washing his back and his buttocks, and he hadn’t forgotten to wash very thoroughly the lovely pink eye that had given him so much pleasure that night.

"Steve, ah ...!"

Martin was so sensitive to his touch, as if every cell in his body was begging for more passion and caress. The boy had long since become wonderfully shameless and deliciously bold, but it was not only about sex between them. Steve knew Martin was just like that only for him.

"Steve, if you’re the one caressing me," Martin remarked in an innocent voice, "why are you getting tough too?"

Paxton smiled happily. Martin was not naive enough not to know how stimulating a man is when he caresses someone erotically. The innocence of his voice and his questions were a provocation to further erotic fun.

"I don’t know," Steve announced, pretending to be lost in guesswork. "Hm, maybe he wants to be washed too?"

The stream of water from the shower had already rinsed away any residual foam. Martin took a deep breath and swallowed hard, his eyes shining as if they had something damn tempting and delicious in front of him, something that his palate would delight in a moment. Steve felt as if Martin was going to be salivating in a moment.

Paxton took his penis in his hand and wiggled it encouragingly.

"Do you really want it?" He asked.

Martin was on his knees in front of him in response. Steve got his other hand in his wet hair and tilted his head up. All red, breathing hard, Martin looked like the embodiment of lust.

"Give it to me," asked the young mechanic.

"So, politely open your mouth ..."

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