Race With a Heart
Chapter 218: Greed and Sacrifice of Love

Chapter 218: Greed and Sacrifice of Love

Worrying to spare, however, served little purpose. It was the experiences that shaped a person’s character, the challenges that life presents. Martin was very young, and youth has its own priorities.

"Even if Martin is not made for car racing," commented Moore, "I’m sure that if he decides to sign for Steve, nothing bad will happen to him. He is in love now. It’s natural for him to want to sacrifice everything for his love. Youth can be terribly romantic."

"If you keep talking like that, I’ll feel bad again that I didn’t sacrifice my job at the Stables for you..." muttered grimly Jack.

"Hey, what sacrifice!" Outraged Kevin. "We’re two grown men, and I don’t wish my man to have to give up anything for me. You said yourself that sacrifice looks good in the movies, but in life it’s not so rosy. If you had to sacrifice your career, your friendship, the joy of racing for me, I would kick you out of bed, forever."

The Professor was very sexy when he got angry. But also a little scary.

"Sorry, that’s not what I meant..."

"May," teased Moore but after a moment he smiled. "We’re probably fine as it is. I work a lot, too, and I often feel remorseful that I’m not there for you whenever you need me, but after all, you wouldn’t want me to give up my career and dreams just to wait for you at home every day until you get home from work."

"Of course not!" assured Jack although he had a feeling that Kevin would have done just that if asked.

"Then what makes you think that I want that from you?"

"This is something completely different..."

"I know," Kevin squatted closer to him and looked deeply into his eyes. "Jack, I love you and I know you love me too. There is no perfect relationship where no one argues, resents or feels guilty about something. We are human beings with our own individual needs and individual personalities. We love each other, but that doesn’t mean we have to be with each other all the time. There has to be room in our lives for friends and family. And sometimes those friends and that family need us a little more. Then we should be more for them too. Don’t you think so?"

"Yes. But I felt that now it was you who needed me more."

"Me?" quipped Kevin.

"Well, yes," blushed Jack. "Your work, your father, Floyd..."

Professor Moore took a deeper breath. It was the only sign that he felt a tad anxious.

The memory of Arthur Floyd, a beautiful Shakespearean theater actor who specialized in female roles, was not pleasant for Kevin. Jack knew this, which is why he felt bad for reminding his beloved of that person. Moore clearly immediately put it out of his mind.

"You have nothing to worry about. My research is going well. My father is also ... less hostile to me."

Michael Moore still had serious problems accepting the fact that his only son was not thinking about ensuring the continuity of the family line, but instead had bonded with a man, but he truly loved his son and wanted his happiness. He did not give them his blessing, he still treated both of them coolly, but he did not wage war with either Kevin or Jack. Perhaps he hoped that the fascination with Lambert that Kevin currently felt would burn out over time and their relationship would naturally disintegrate like so many others in this world?

"Jack, even in a relationship people need a breather from each other. If we saw each other 24/7 the smallest things would start to irritate us. Every little thing would turn into a war. And my ass... let’s just say it’s grateful for the time when we’re both busy with our work."

Lambert giggled with satisfaction, but asked with concern.

"Everything ok?"

"Of course," assured Moore. "My ass is getting harder and harder," he added.

"For me, it’s as soft as ever."

"Pervert!"

"Hey, you’re the one who went crazy today!"

"You depraved me, pervert, me, a boy from a good family and a promising young professor."

"My seed fell on fertile ground."

"Do you mean to say that I am also a pervert?"

"If you didn’t have the potential in you..."

"I’ll show you my ’potential’ already." Threatened Moore and pushed Jack until he hit his back against the pillows.

"Hey, I thought your butt hurt!"

"I still have a mouth..."

Jack sighed in delight. As Kevin covered them with a sheet and dived headfirst between his legs, he thought that it was actually a good thing that they didn’t spend all day together. Otherwise, he too might not be able to stand it physically....

***

Martin bit into the pillow. Not out of pain, out of impatience. Naked, he lay on the bed feeling the strength of a man’s hands kneading his buttocks, how they pulled them apart and into this mystical place of erotic worship plunged the wet, warm tongue of his thirsty lover.

There was something obscene about this scene, and Martin would have died of embarrassment if he had seen it by chance even in a movie. He also would never have thought of being a participant in something like this if not for Steve. Steve completely changed his life in all aspects.

Steve Paxton, the great racing driver plunged between the buttocks of a man who was barely twenty years old, licking him, flogging him and gasping with excitement... Steve Paxton, that idol of almost all women and many men was penetrating the intimate recesses of the young mechanic’s ass as if there was nothing more delightful for him on the entire planet....

Martin squealed quietly with his face pressed into the pillow. He clenched his fingers on the sheet.

Oh, God!

His ass was on fire with excitement and impatience. His manhood pressed against the bedclothes was making itself painfully known. If Steve didn’t stop fondling him like this and delayed entry, Martin would have no choice but to start begging him....

Martin blushed while clenching his eyelids. How had it happened that he had become so greedy and so bold when it came to matters of physical pleasure?

What Steve had done to him....

Sometimes Martin couldn’t believe that he had really become a lover of a man. After all, before Steve, he had never thought of any man. Not in this way. Before Steve, he always preferred to caress a woman’s soft body, her firm breasts, soft buttocks and hot, wet pussy. But Steve showed up and turned his world upside down. He did something to his body and his heart....

And Martin didn’t regret it, because he was experiencing something he didn’t know existed before. Sex was only one of those experiences. More important to him was the emotional bond he had formed with his lover and which he assumed he could not create with a woman.

Steve’s grip on his buttocks was extremely pleasurable - strong, but not violent. The sensitive body sent pleasure impulses to Martin’s brain. He didn’t even notice how he wriggled his butt.

"Can’t get enough, eh?" muttered Steve half in satisfaction, half in mockery.

"And you can?" warily replied Martin, although he reddened all over from embarrassment.

"You’re right," came the reply. "I can’t..."

The saliva-wetted eye was swept by a chill as Paxton withdrew his tongue. Then another dose of cold, this time damp, as a trickle of gel dribbled between Martin’s buttocks. The younger driver took in a lungful of air, ready for that wonder-filled moment when his lover’s sizable penis clung to his entrance and then began to pave its way deeper and deeper....

"Uh...!!!" The air escaped Martin along with a groan as the vigorous mass of Steve’s appendage began to crawl into his tunnel like a thick, slippery python... How good it is that Martin is not afraid of snakes! "Oh, Steve...!"

Yes, Martin had reason to moan and call his name as Paxton’s rhythmic movements moved inside his tight, hot insides driving all the nerve endings responsible for pleasure crazy. Steve lay back on top of him and forced Martin to turn his face toward him. He stopped his hips for a moment, found his lover’s mouth and thrust his tongue into it as he had just thrust his manhood into the temple of Greek pleasure.

"Um... Uhm..." moaned Martin and Steve lazily resumed his movements...

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