Race With a Heart
Chapter 181: Promises of the Evening and Questions of the Day

Chapter 181: Promises of the Evening and Questions of the Day

Martin obediently, without delay, obeyed. With one hand holding Martin’s head, the other holding his own penis, Steve put the head of his organ into his lover’s mouth. Not deep, just to the edge of his tongue and mouth, as if by refusing to penetrate him deeper, he wanted to raise his excitement even more.

But was it still possible? Martin looked like a man dying of thirst in the desert, that someone was holding to keep from drinking from a spring in an oasis.

Slowly, so that Martin wouldn’t choke on sudden swallowing, Steve began to release his hold.

Martin let out a groan of relief and immediately took the initiative. He took Steve’s buttocks with his hands and he himself began to swallow his lover’s swollen masculinity.

The view was really beautiful. Paxton couldn’t take his eyes off that agitated face that shamelessly betrayed how hungry Martin was for Paxton. The excitement of the bodies is a wonderful experience, but there was so much more to what was between Steve and Martin. It was something that intensified the physical sensations tenfold. It was... love!

Steve started to slowly move his hips. He couldn’t help himself. It was too hard for him to be completely passive and Martin’s face was begging to be fucked. The beautiful face of an even more beautiful man who so eagerly took that huge penis in his mouth and throat. Paxton’s movements appealed to Martin, who grunted contentedly, causing Steve to let out a groan of pleasure. Martin was way too sexy.

The driver rested his leg on the bathtub, thus changing his position and giving Martin access to his testicles. The boy welcomed this gift with joy and, without letting the penis filling it out of his mouth, began to caress Steve’s balls with his hand, enhancing its pleasure. But Paxton was greedy, very greedy, and horribly indecent.

"And you?" He asked. "Are you not going to caress yourself too?"

Martin groaned. Even his indecency had its limits, but only for a while. Martin’s other hand moved to his own cock, and as she touched it, a groan of pleasure escaped from the young mechanic’s chest.

Martin was too sexy, too greedy. He swallowed Paxton with such passion that he began to release his seed in a fit of delight. His lover shamelessly devoured everything as if he couldn’t bear the thought that even one precious drop would be wasted. Steve couldn’t stand this obscenely beautiful sight. He closed his eyes and, with a groan of pleasure, released everything ...

***

Steve didn’t even check to see if they had anything to eat at home. The weather forecast for the afternoon was raining, so mornings were the only time they could enjoy the weather to explore the area. There was absolutely nothing to explore in this area, but it was good to go out in the fresh air and try the charms of local cuisine. Food was an even more basic necessity than sex, so while both of them would prefer to spend this time in bed, Steve made it clear that they needed to eat something. The rumble in Martin’s stomach supported his demands.

The town was small, not much bigger than a village, but it had a kind of restaurant. The food was not that bad and the traffic was quite heavy, as the town was situated on the main road leading to the famous resort town, so travelers stopped here on their way to their destination. The restaurant was small, completely devoid of charm, and that was what made it so charming.

"Remember what you told me last night?" Steve asked as they satiated their first hunger.

"About driving in real races?" Martin asked grimly.

Paxton nodded.

"I forced these words on you a bit, so I won’t be counting them, but I’d like you to seriously consider this possibility."

"It would be wonderful to race you on the track, but I’ve long ago given up the thought of being professional."

"Why?" Steve asked. "Is it because of stage fright?"

"How ..." asked Martin in surprise, but he broke off the question and looked at his plate. "It shows?"

"Not for a moment. Not for me. When I rode with you during the tests, you drove very well. I haven’t noticed you are nervous at all. Yesterday too. You fought Don really fiercely and you won, although he has more experience."

"But it was completely different from the real competition," Martin confessed gloomily. "Here I was racing only for myself, for my fun, while at the competition the stakes are completely different."

"Are you afraid that you will fail the hopes placed in you?"

"You know how much money is spent to start a competitor in the race. I am not good enough to..."

"Who told you you’re not good enough?" Steve asked coolly. "Someone told you that, right? It was Don? Or maybe one of his buddies or sponsors?"

"A few people," replied Martin. The boy gave the impression that he wanted to hide into the ground. "Anyway, I know ..."

"Is there anyone whose opinion you really take into account when it comes to the world of motor racing?"

"Of course!" Martin assured him, and there was a clear liveliness in his voice. "I respect Karl very much. Since I met him, I know that he really knows how to run a stable and is a great specialist when it comes to dealing with drivers. Abe is without a doubt one of the best mechanics and racing experts in the world. And here you are... my idol, the best driver in the world" Martin finished shyly blushing.

Steve felt satisfaction hearing his last words. He tried not to smile.

"Did any of these people tell you that you are a bad driver?" he asked carefully looking at Martin.

"No," the boy admitted.

"Exactly. Martin, do you know what makes a good racing driver? "

"Is that a trick question?"

"Partly yes," Steve admitted, "so I will not tire you and answer you myself. It’s not just talent, it’s not just hard work or great awareness of the surroundings. It is not a tremendous courage or love for adrenaline. A really good driver has a pinch of it all and through proper training he learns to combine each of these qualities so that he can instinctively use them on the track. You can have great talent, but you will be nothing if you don’t learn to use it. You can try your whole life, but if you don’t have even a grain of talent in you, you will never succeed in becoming really good. Courage is good, but bravado causes accidents. Being cautious allows you to get there, but takes away your chance to win. So you must have everything balanced in you. Jack has no brilliant talent, but has been considered the best driver for years. Not only does he hold a high position, he is even a leader this year. Jack has literally all the features of a great driver, which is why, despite his serious age for this profession, he is one of the best in years, not only for a season or two, like the so-called ’geniuses’. "

"Yes" admitted Martin "Jack is really great. I like him very much and respect him as an athlete. But I like you more."

"Because I’m a genius," smiled Steve. "In every field, not only on the track, people hear different comments about each other. An artist or athlete who constantly hears that he is a genius may believe that he does not have to try to achieve success. He shines for a moment and goes out because the world has moved on and he stood still in awe of his glory. He was overtaken by people like Jack, maybe less brilliant, but trained to perfection. Geniuses fade quickly, but talents like Jack stay."

"You are a genius and you do not go out!" Martin objected.

"Since I’ve always valued hard-working people more than geniuses, while I have a little more talent, I don’t neglect my training. But the truth is, I still have a chance on the podium this season," said Steve, "but not winning anymore. Even if I won the rest of the races, losing four grand prix is something I won’t be able to make up for. Therefore, this year the Fergus Stable will invest in Jack and in preparing the third driver for the next season."

Martin sighed.

"I understand," he announced. "Don was never Karl’s choice, and after what he did to you, there’s probably no chance for him for another season at the Fergus Stables. Since you’ve had a hard time finding a good driver for this season, you want to avoid a similar situation and get someone ready now. I am there, I am already initiated, I have the appropriate knowledge and certain skills, so if I could get used to the track, to racing, I would be a solid reserve. Maybe without a chance for first place, but I’d be a good support for you."

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