Race With a Heart
Chapter 209: Arthur’s Mission

Chapter 209: Arthur’s Mission

Jack repeated this several times. At one point, however, he decided it was time for a change and switched to standard, intense sex.

"Ah ...! Oh...!" Moore could only scream as a passionate Jack drummed inside him like a passionate conqueror. "OOOOOH...!!!" he exclaimed as Lambert swung his leg and placed his lover’s hips on top of each other and continued fucking him as hard as if the world would end tomorrow. "Oh, oh, oh, oh ...!"

Kevin wasn’t ashamed of the sounds he was making. He knew they excited Lambert even more. That is why he did not hold back and with sound he gave expression to every experience he experienced.

Jack stroked his naked torso, leaned over, and bit Kevin’s nipple. The insatiable passion sucked it up, passing it with thrusts into turns with its hips.

"AAAAAAAH ...!" Kevin melted at his touch and his ass was on fire. "Jack, you ... AAAAAAH!"

And again a change of position. Jack straightened up and sucked on Moore’s toe. One hand was holding his hip upright, the other was stroking his torso, and Lambert’s penis danced in the hot tunnel as if he were dancing samba.

"God, Jack...!!!"

Kevin held out his arms to him. He embraced his neck tautening his body in a fit of pleasure. As he kissed his lips, two penises released the last drops of semen and two bodies trembled with unearthly delight.

***

Arthur Floyd sat in the theater audience, flipping through the gossip on his smartphone. This kind of behavior during the show would have been unacceptable, but they had just finished rehearsing and now the director was making a couple of announcements that weren’t for Arthur anyway, just two new actors. Arthur was already a veteran of this group. This is why he could allow himself to browse the internet rumors before the director finally let them drift apart. Of course, Arthur was most interested in the rumors about him, but those were few.

"Well, did you catch someone interesting at the party?" the old actor who was now fit only to play King Duncan in Macbeth or Polonius in Hamlet asked him in a whisper.

It was an old fag who had sucked more times in his teens than he had performed on stage and he must have been addicted to dicks because even now he sucked anyone who was willing. Arthur took pity on him and cum on him several times. The old actor was really a professional when it came to sucking. He used to be almost king of the stage, now he was pretty good too - enough to hold on to the best theater in the country - but his era is over. So is the male charm.

"Not really," Floyd replied indifferently. "I could take over one completely, but I would have to try for some days, and it does not pay off for me because we will be in this city for too short a time. The second is a total sprint, so I will meet him maybe twice, but the third ..."

Arthur looked up. Yes, the third one was a specimen worth taking care of.

"The third one," his older colleague asked, showing unhealthy excitement, "that’s someone interesting, isn’t it? Does he take or he gives? "

"Don’t know," Floyd wondered, and glanced at his phone, where he was just reading an article about Jack Lambert’s victory in the last race. "It suits me both positions, actually. I have no idea what his relationship is like, but I’d like to take from him. I could take it for the rest of my life."

"Is he that good?" the old actor was almost drooling.

"Well, probably yes, but he definitely is fucking rich."

At that moment Arthur sighed. He looked at the screen and began writing a comment.

"There are some very interesting men in this town," he announced. "It’s hard to choose the best one. You see, sometimes business does not go hand in hand with the voice of the heart ... "

Floyd looked at the comment he had written. He decided that both the form and the content suited him, so he sent the text.

"So far, it hasn’t bothered you somehow," remarked the old man.

"But so far I had no problem choosing," Arthur sighed.

"Now you don’t have to either. Take everything."

"Believe me, I’d like to," he sighed, "but now I really can’t."

"Quitting without trying? It’s not like you!"

"So you think I should?"

"Of course! After all, it won’t be the first time you’ll be sleeping with more than one man at the same time."

Hm, Floyd thought. Sleeping with two lovers so that they wouldn’t know about each other was very tiring, but after all, he will only be in this city for a month, so no matter what kind of mess he makes, he won’t have to live with him anyway, because he will go to another city. Nelson hadn’t given him any details on how to proceed. He was not interested in the mileage, but the result. Arthur could choose any method.

Floyd glanced at the phone again. Jack Lambert’s face was smiling at him in the photo. This man had been in Arthur’s fantasy circle for years. Kevin Moore was also wildly alluring, but he always had the big "I’m unavailable" written across his forehead. Now that Kevin has tried the man, he may think he is monogamous, but many men thought he was faithful until Arthur started working on them.

Floyd scrolled through the text on the display and sighed. This young jerk was the real target. He was quite sweet, really cute, and he looked like a very naive and easy-going boy. Seducing him, making him fall in love, destroying and abandoning him will be a trivial task for Arthur. In the meantime, he can hunt Lambert or Moore. Or both. Preferably at the same time and in the same bed ...

***

Kevin barely reached for the phone. This was quite difficult considering that the phone in his jacket was near his bed and Moore was reluctant to get up. Jack loved him so intensely today as if he wanted to take out all his frustration. Kevin absolutely didn’t mind it, but he was tired and a little sore. Nevertheless, he was curious who had sent him the message, as it could have been something important.

’When will you introduce me to Lambert?’ was the question on the text of the message. Then there were some excited faces, hands folded as if to ask, and hands waving. It’s good that at least there weren’t any flashing hearts... Ah, they were, just at the end of a long line of emoticons. The message looked as if it had been sent by a child.

Kevin looked at the sleeping Jack. The poor guy got very tired of today’s sex right after he got from the airport, and at the same time he had to be tired after the race and mentally exhausted from worrying about Steve and Martin. He will need a good sleep, but also climate change and acquaintance with new, interesting people, and Arthur was certainly an interesting person.

’I don’t promise anything, but maybe I can organize something for Wednesday’ he wrote back. Then a sudden thought struck him. ’Maybe there will be another guy from the Fergus Stables, but I haven’t spoken to him yet,’ he added.

Martin will definitely need some form of entertainment as well. The boy is probably very depressed right now.

Kevin felt sympathy for Martin and Steve. Jack hadn’t told him in detail what was going on with Paxton and his condition, but just knowing that he was in danger of being excluded from the track for life was enough to make even Moore sympathize with Steve. For some, work was just work, if not this one then different, but there were also people for whom this one job was their whole life. Without her, they were lost.

And Kevin knew Paxton and racing were just such a combination.

’Another guy? That’s great!’

Arthur Floyd was very enthusiastic about it with a lots of harts in his message.