Race With a Heart
Chapter 186: A Lesson on Higher Art

Chapter 186: A Lesson on Higher Art

Don Alston did not dare to twitch as the other man’s hand slid into his pants and under his underwear, touching his body. Don’s eyes were fixed on the woman on stage saying something emphatically. The woman looked strangely like a man dressed in a dress.

Nelson followed his gaze.

"I can see that Lady Macbeth has attracted your attention," he remarked in a whisper so as not to disturb the other viewers.

"Yes," Alston cleared his throat. The hand began to slide over his buttock. "She looks like a man. It’s not that she’s ugly, because she’s not, but..."

"This is Arthur Floyd, a man. You have the opportunity to watch a fairly faithful copy of the Shakespearean theater that was originally performed in the times when the author lived and a little later. Did you know then only men could perform on stage?"

"No," Don admitted, feeling Nelson’s hand slide into the hollow between his buttocks.

"At the same time on the other side of the world there was exactly the same custom," Nelson’s finger began to circulate dangerously close to the entrance to the anus. "The government banned women from performing on stage because the actresses were leading a life that was too frivolous. So they were replaced with men, and you know what effect it got?"

"No," admitted Alston, fearing to move lest anyone would notice them and notice what Nelson was doing.

"Young actors who were beautiful enough to replace women on stage also replaced them as whores ..."

At the last word, Nelson shoved his finger inside Don, making the boy almost jump. Immediately afterwards, Alston began to play opossum and pretend he wasn’t here at all.

It wasn’t easy when Nelson’s finger didn’t want to stay there politely, calmly, and sit still in Don’s ass. This finger began to rub against the softness. Don gritted his teeth to keep from revealing how much the foreign object inside him was affecting him. He closed his eyes, struggling not to groan in excitement and pleasure.

Nelson’s finger up his ass! It was so... wonderful!

"It is believed that this was when homosexuality became widespread in Japan," Nelson continued in a whisper, leaning slightly towards him. "I am not even surprised, some men disguised as women are extremely charming. Look at Arthur Floyd. You know he is a man, yet you admire how wonderful he plays a woman. A great actor, don’t you think?"

"Yes, he is very credible," Don admitted glancing at the indicated man, but his full attention was occupied by a caressing finger on his inside. If Nelson didn’t stop moving him, Alston would have no choice but to come in of the bliss between all these people.

"If you want, Arthur can be yours," Nelson suddenly announced. "I already wanted to make you a gift out of him."

"How is it, mine?" the boy asked, surprised, and turned his head to Nelson. Their faces were so close that Don could feel his breath. Shivering with excitement, he looked away and looked at the stage.

"When you were obsessed with Martin, I said you could do better, that I could give you someone with style. Wouldn’t Arthur look beautiful, crushed by your desire and inundated with your passion?"

Alston swallowed hard. The man on stage dressed as a woman was undoubtedly handsome, and he undoubtedly had something erotic appealing about him as well, but he did not arouse the fantasies that Martin had once inspired in him. Besides, the finger in his ass, now moving without any resistance, occupied his attention completely.

"Are you doing what you are doing to me and offering me another man?" he asked very softly.

"You are a man of enormous sexual needs. Sooner or later your sweet penis will want to get into someone’s hole. I’d rather my Don not hang out with whores, but with someone with style. After all, you wanted to experience the male ass."

"Not anymore," said Alston. "Do you really think that after what you’ve done to me, there might be room for another man in my mind?"

This answer clearly pleased Nelson. His eyes flashed, his mouth smiled with satisfaction, and his finger reached a very sensitive point.

Don groaned involuntarily.

"I wonder how long you will hold on ..." Nelson narrowed his eyes.

"How long can I hold on ...?"

"Before you ask me to finally fuck you like a cheap whore in some dark alley."

The words made Alston’s head spin. The image he had seen in many films suddenly appeared before his eyes. He had fantasies like that before, but he was always the one who fucked, this time he might have been fucked in a hurry, in the dark, in some side alley, where stray cats would watch them.

"Do it," he asked. "Do it now!"

Nelson took his finger out of it and wiped it on a handkerchief.

"Come with me," he commanded and stood up.

Alston, excited to the limit but also a little terrified of being fucked in the dark alley, followed obediently.

***

Martin looked worriedly at Steve. Paxton sat in the passenger seat, staring silently out the window. He hadn’t said anything for many minutes, and in a moment’s silence it would be hours. The silence was broken by the soft music oozing from the radio station.

Steve looked pale and tired. But it wasn’t the typical fatigue caused by strenuous exercise, which was what Martin should expect from what they were doing at Paxton’s dacha today. Steve looked like he had been suffering from a long, painful little pain - something like a scratch on a finger that you can’t remove for a few days and if you don’t do it today you’ll just start freaking out.

Martin remembered what Paxton had complained about recently.

"You have a headache?" He asked.

"A little," Steve admitted.

"Is it squeaking in your ears?"

"It squeaks, rings, hums. I’ve even heard a gong lately. "Steve smiled faintly as if he was joking, but the expression on his face said it wasn’t a joke.

"You should tell the doctor about this," said Martin.

"About squeaking in my ears? Are you kidding? "

"Steve, after a track accident, the doctor told me to report all changes ..."

"My ears squealed before ..."

"But not that much. It could be nothing at all, but it could also be something. The doctor will examine you and ... "

"Okay," Steve cut short, as if he didn’t want to continue the subject any longer. "I’ll make an appointment tomorrow." This time Steve smiled. "I’m sure it’s nothing, but if you’re going to worry, I’ll just give up my male pride and complain to the doctor that something is ringing in my ears."

Martin smiled happily, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety out of his heart. If someone you love is suffering, even if it is a scratch on a finger, you want to take that suffering away from him as soon as possible.

"Who knows, maybe the doctor will give you some simple way to fight these annoying symptoms?"

"Hmm, who knows?"

***

Nelson actually entered a dark alley. But Don could not follow him. He stopped suddenly, terrified by the audacity with which they both acted.

’I shouldn’t be doing this,’ thought Don. ’I’m a man. I am a heterosexual man, my father is rich, respected and in a high position. I’m Don Alston myself, a race car driver, not a street whore. I can not do that!’

Nelson turned to him and, in a tone of neither surprise nor disappointment, asked:

"You changed your mind?"

"No!" Don said and boldly walked down the alley.

Damn it! Any other guy for the very same offer to Alston would have been hit in the face so much that he would count his teeth on the ground. Since it was none other than Nelson, Don had no right to object.

Nelson stood two steps from the wall facing her. His head signaled to Alston that the boy was to stand in front of him.

The Don found courage and determination. Whatever happens, they happen! Since it’s Nelson, Alston will let him do anything. He himself will prove that he is not a wimp, and even though he gives Nelson a suck, he is also no sweet pussy, but a real man!

The young driver stood in the space between Nelson and the wall, facing the wall, and began to unbutton his pants ...