Race With a Heart
Chapter 185: Going Out With Nelson

Chapter 185: Going Out With Nelson

Don Alston called Nelson because he felt lonely after hearing Jack’s story. He hadn’t called with the intention of having sex with Nelson, but since the second lesson was offered, Don couldn’t free himself from the fantasies raging in his mind.

It’s not like he was constantly imagining scenarios, but every now and then a scene would pop into his head - more a photo than a short video. Don was kneeling in front of Nelson. Don taking him in the mouth. Nelson’s satisfied smile. His finger in Don’s butt ...

It was this last photo that appeared in his head very intrusively. Alston couldn’t understand why?

The butt was an unclean place. The body’s impurities, all waste, came out of it. How can such a place give someone pleasure? How can he feel pleasure when someone puts a finger there?

Yes, just a finger. Nelson’s penis was too big for this tight hole and Don felt physical discomfort, even pain. Besides, while the pain was also fun, Don didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of a man putting his penis there. Finger caress was fun, more spicy than what he was used to, but also very enjoyable. The woman could also caress him with her finger. But only a man could insert his reproductive organs there and release his sperm, and Don was not ready for it, either mentally or physically. He wasn’t gay, he was a racing driver, a real macho driver, not some effeminate fagot.

Granted, Nelson gave him a choice, fuck or be fucked, but it wasn’t a choice. Inserting a penis into Nelson was like sticking your head into a lion’s mouth - it took the kind of courage Don did not have. Nelson was not to be played with. It was only possible to submit to him completely.

Lesson One was a revelation to Alston. Nelson would have made him voluntarily do things that no one else would have forced him to do. Kneel in front of the man and start sucking his cock...

I wonder what Don’s father would say if he found out that his son was sucking Nelson? Father was a bit scared of Nelson, he knew about his gangster past and current connections with the criminal world, but he never respected him. If he found out that his son was licking and sucking Nelson’s cock and then letting him put it in his ass, I think he would have had a heart attack. May he not be able to disinherit him earlier.

In fact, putting a penis up his ass wasn’t such a bad experience, Don realized. If it had been someone else’s penis, Alston would have cut it off rather than let it go in, but Nelson’s cock was a part of him, himself, and nothing that belonged to Nelson was ugly, scary or hostile, so actually ...

Don was looking forward to the second lesson and was madly curious about how it would be going. What will this incredible man teach him today?

Alston’s entire body and all his mind were excited by expectation and guesswork. He had the feeling that they had done everything with Nelson, so what else could he expect?

’Something more extreme’ had Nelson warned him, and the promise, or perhaps the threat, made Alston go wild with anticipation. In addition, he was to decide whether they would go to the theater or the club.

Don definitely preferred the club, but Nelson was a classy guy more suited to the theater, so after much thought, Alston chose the more elegant option. He had no idea what they were playing in theaters, and he didn’t care at all, but theater, a place of higher culture, seemed safer to him than a club. That’s just in case Nelson wanted to do it with him in a public place. So Don put on his jacket and considered whether to wear a tie, but gave it up. He could make a fool of himself, but even that had to have its limits. Although, had Nelson told him to put on a tie, even a bow tie, Don probably wouldn’t have objected.

Nelson was never late so he was on time this time as well. As soon as Alston opened the door, the man smiled at him a little provocatively, a little haughty, but very warm.

"So theater" were his first words. "I didn’t expect you to make such a choice. I thought you were the more energetic type."

So he managed to surprise Nelson! It was true that Don hadn’t planned it, but the experience was quite satisfying.

"I figured if I am going to deepen my education today, I might as well deepen it in terms of culture," he replied boldly, though not very honestly. The theater just seemed to him a safer place.

"I like your approach. If you are ready ... "

"I am," he assured immediately with obvious zeal.

"So we can go. I promise you will not be bored. "

It was strange, but although Alston knew perfectly well that the chances of his interest in a theatrical performance were almost nil, he was sure that this evening would be extremely fascinating.

It was exactly what Don needed now - entertainment to distract his mind from what was happening at the Fergus Stables. And there was a lot going on, and Alston was beginning to understand that he himself had made a few mistakes that had spoiled what might have been a really good experience.

***

It wasn’t typical theater and Don was genuinely surprised. He had no idea there was something like an open-air theater festival going on in their town right now. A stage was built in the square where small concerts and festivals take place. There were chairs in front of the stage, almost all occupied.

There were actually quite a lot of people, definitely more than he could expect from a cultural event. The theater was just boring. But maybe these people did not come to watch the play, but to see some free event, look at the gathered crowd, etc.? It was a bit chilly, but not cold, so if someone wanted to go for a walk, why not here?

Nelson led him to the back rows.

"What are they playing?" Don asked, sitting down on the chair.

"This is Macbeth, one of the best Shakespearean plays."

"Oh, ah ..." Alston wasn’t even going to pretend he knew the title.

"It is a play about ambition, crime, remorse and punishment for sins."

"It sounds interesting."

"Yes, it’s very interesting."

The fall evening fell quickly, so it grew dark quickly. Only the stage had lighting, the audience was lost in the darkness and half-light from distant street lamps. Those directed towards the square, due to the atmosphere of a real theater, were turned off.

Don tried to focus on the theatrical art but could not. He looked at the scenery, at the actors, at the audience, even at the windows of the buildings around the square, but his mind was focused on one - Nelson was sitting next to him, and today he was going to give him a second lesson, a lesson that was supposed to be a bit more extreme.

Alston waited and nothing happened until suddenly Nelson’s hand was snaky in his lower back. Don tensed up and shuddered. Nelson’s hand began to slide into his pants ...