Race With a Heart
Chapter 198: A New Kind of Excitement

Chapter 198: A New Kind of Excitement

It was difficult to say who was the happiest driver of the race today, or his winner, Jack Lambert, or his stable mate, who, after a few small vicissitudes, brought the honorable seventh place to the finish line. Undoubtedly, however, this day belonged to the drivers of the Fergus Stables.

Objectively looking at the journalist or photojournalist, Martin, the new acquisition of the Fergus Stables was more interesting. Jack has already held many trophies in his life, so although he was satisfied with his victory and the good result of his colleague, he did not radiate as brightly as his younger friend. Martin, who had already attracted attention with his pretty face, now attracted his gaze with joy radiating from him. The boy - or it is better to say a young man - presented himself so delightfully that even before the awards ceremony took place, his photos began to circulate on the web with the headline Man of the Day. The seventh spot on his debut with the drivers warmed up from the previous races of the season was a very nice achievement - not as brilliant as Paxton’s debut last year, but enough to send the boy to the top of the hot search. It has almost become official that the Fergus Stable has a nose for finding good drivers.

Martin was indeed drowning in joy and in the hugs of his stables colleagues, but he couldn’t help but glance longingly at the crowd for the one and only face he wanted to see. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to see her.

Maybe that was better, it occurred to him, because in his mood he probably wouldn’t be able to control his emotions and would have lunged at Steve with kisses. That would be a sight! So he picked up his phone as soon as possible and checked the messages with his heart pounding madly.

’You rode beautifully. Congratulations. Thank you.’

He has seen! He has seen and is pleased!

Martin was so happy, so touched, he felt his eyes moisten. If Steve appeared next to him now, the boy would not really stand his emotions and would cling to him with his whole body showering him with his kisses.

In fact, up to the start, Martin felt so anxious that he was seriously thinking about getting out of the car and locking himself in the toilet. But he couldn’t do this because he knew Paxton was in the stands and was watching. Steve, who has to pause from racing for a while, dreamed of seeing his lover on the track and Martin couldn’t let him down.

When he took off, he did so naturally, on a reflex, but at that moment all his worries and bad thoughts had left him. At that moment, it was just him and what was happening on the track, and instead of stage fright, healthy sports rivalry appeared. So he did not let his colleague who started from the eighth position pass and did not let other escape from the sixth position. He was between them as if between ticks, but pressing number six gave the eight no opening.

These three fought the most fierce and most interesting fight in the entire race. Martin did not know about it, as well as the fact that even then the operators took them as their favorite topic of coverage. For Martin, a brave rookie, threw his colleague ahead of him so much that if it were not for the experience of the latter, he probably would not have been able to defend himself. Even then, Martin was growing into a small star that day, and right after the race, someone even spread a rumor (it was probably Karl Walton himself) that Martin had withdrawn from the competition some time ago and was returning to it after a long break.

But Martin didn’t care about it all. The most important fact to him was that Steve was pleased with him. Nothing else mattered.

He only thought about Paxton, but called his mother, telling her how happy he was. He guessed his mom was worried, and even though she had seen him on TV, she must have wanted to hear his voice as well. He was right about that. However, there comes a point in a man’s life where someone else becomes much more important than his mother, so Martin spoke briefly to her because he wanted to hear Steve’s voice.

But Steve didn’t answer. His cell phone was off.

At this point, Martin’s happiness was disturbed by anxiety. Why is Steve off his cell phone? He knew Martin would want to talk to him after the race. After all, he should have wanted to talk to him himself.

The boy glanced at the time he got Steve’s message. It was right after the race, twenty minutes ago. Hmm, maybe nothing bad happened? Maybe Paxton’s cell phone just drained while he was in the stands. Yes, it is very possible. Reassured, Martin chuckled. Maybe Steve, as a spectator, not a race participant, as if some fan was recording his lover’s performance, and since he was doing it for the first time, did not know that it consumes more batteries? Such an eventuality was sweet. But could Steve really do something like that?

He could, Martin suddenly felt confidently. As for Martin, Paxton could do anything. The boy knew that Steve really loved him with all his heart. Their days and nights together filled him with this certainty. Once upon a time, Paxton had defended himself against this feeling, ran from it and attacked to keep it out of his heart, but now he had completely surrendered to it, and they were both happy. All they have to do is overcome Paxton’s disease and get him back on track as soon as possible, and then everything will be perfect!

Martin dealt with the press and other required formalities related to participation in the races as quickly as possible and ran like a slingshot to the hotel, where he was waiting for him, exactly as agreed, Paxton. As soon as the door to Steve’s room opened, Martin lunged at him exactly as he had wanted to do since he got out of the race.

"You were wonderful!" Paxton praised him. "I’ve never been so excited in my life as watching you race! Shit, I thought I’d have to hide in the bathroom and relieve myself!"

Martin chuckled happily. Hear these words from Steve Paxton, his idol, his lover!

"Are you really excited?" He asked.

"Touch him," said Steve temptingly.

Martin touched it and groaned. Steve was hard as a stone and struggled to stay in his pants. That one touch was enough to fill Martin’s body with a flame so great that the boy thought he was going to self-immolate. In seconds, he stripped off his clothes, cursing silently that it was happening so slowly, and as if before a pagan god, he fell to his knees in front of Paxton’s penis. Martin was so excited, so hungry for passion and this beautiful, huge cock that he didn’t even wait for Steve to take it out of his pants - he took it out himself and, closing his eyes, began to savor its head.

He loved the taste and it was a wonderful experience! He loved its smell and its taste! Every moment when he had it on the tip of his tongue or deep in his mouth was a heavenly delight for him. Steve Paxton was everything to him.

"That was what I needed," Steve groaned, and plunged his fingers into Martin’s hair. The boy expected Paxton to force his head to take him deeper, but it didn’t. At this point, Steve allowed Martin to his own rhythm.

Martin blushed with excitement and satisfaction...

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