Race With a Heart
Chapter 56: A Night that Can Change ...

Chapter 56: A Night that Can Change ...

If the waitress hadn’t removed the emptied bottles promptly, the table where Don Alston and his colleagues were sitting would be full of them. The men drank beer, colorful vodka-based drinks, and pretty much anything they could get their hands on. By this point, they were so darkened that the striptease owner was rubbing his hands as he counted on what else could add to their bill.

The guests were known to him. It was an amateur racing team that sometimes came from the provinces to taste the big world. For these young people, the ’big world’ was clearly a strip bar. Living in a smaller town, where almost everyone knew each other, they couldn’t have fun as they wanted. The larger city gave them anonymity.

Usually, when they came, they shuffled the money. Especially Alston, who must have come from a rather prominent family in the provinces, not only because he had ample credit on his credit card, but he was the undisputed leader of this young herd. Whether the others followed him for his charisma or money didn’t matter much to the owner of the place. It was important that the guests who liked to spend money returned. He and the girls will earn.

And the girls knew what they were doing. After all, it wasn’t their first night here. They also knew the little wasteful herd.

Usually Alston liked Sandra best. The girl was older, experienced and her huge breasts attracted the eyes and hands of many men. Today, however, Alston pushed her off unceremoniously and reached for Rita, a girl with a very pretty face but boyish shape, which did not make her too popular in this type of bar. Alston pulled her close to him and put her on his lap. He embraced her unceremoniously and began to caress her breast. Either his tastes changed, or the young man wanted to try something new. He started whispering something in the girl’s ear. Rita did not like his words. Outraged, she wanted to get away from him, but he held her hand. She sat down on his lap again. Still whispering in her ear, Alston showed her the money.

The bar owner smiled broadly. Some bars existed solely to please men and satisfy their needs. And the needs of men were very different. The more unusual the need, the greater the payment.

Rita will receive a bonus today.

Martin woke up again. Despite the prevailing dark gray, he immediately realized that he was pressed against the body of the other man. He felt a pleasant shiver run down his body. He took a deep breath and this alerted his lover.

"You are asleep" he heard the question as soft as breath itself.

If Martin were actually asleep, this question would pass unnoticed just like the breath. He, however, was already largely awake.

"No," he also whispered back. "Congratulations on second place."

"I wanted to be first," Paxton replied.

"You deserve to be first. Were it not for this incident ... I thought I would die while you were driving towards the wall. If something happened to you ... "

Martin felt Steve’s heart beat faster. Apparently the driver remembered that event.

"Were you afraid for me?" Paxton asked in surprise. "You should not. You know how safe our car is. You worked on it yourself. "

"Yes but..."

He couldn’t tell Steve that. He could not tell him that knowledge was one thing and the fear of a loving heart was another.

"I knew you are a champion, but how you avoided that wall was dazzling."

"Yes?" Paxton asked, and Martin found himself smiling. Every driver was eager to compliment him on his skills.

"If I hadn’t been your fan since last year, I would have become one then," he assured hotly. "You came second, but you are number one to me and many others."

"Am I really number one for you?" Steve asked with a hint of bitterness, but Martin didn’t notice.

"Of course!" he assured him hotly.

Paxton stroked his head in response. The affectionate gesture made Martin tremble.

"Go back to sleep," Paxton ordered him. "It is still a long time until dawn."

"I don’t feel like sleeping. I am tired but not sleepy. "

"Ah yes?"

At that moment, Paxton’s hand passed under the covers and began to caress Martin’s penis.

"I can make you sleep like the dead. Do you want to experience a little death again? " He asked.

"Little death?" Martin didn’t know that concept.

"La petitte morte, little death. Can’t you guess what I’m talking about?"

Martin blushed to the tips of his ears. He remembered penetrating into feeling as if he was about to die of pleasure. He hadn’t known such a condition was possible at all, and now he was learning that it even had a name. Steve’s hand was playing with Martin’s body, and he felt a surge of excitement again. Completely unconsciously, he began to sigh and groan. ’Oh no,’ he thought. If Steve brings him back to the same state as before, Martin won’t be able to get out of bed for several days.

But how could he refuse to the temptation? How could he have said no when Paxton’s hand reached up to his buttocks and between them and a finger began to press inside him.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh ..." the young mechanic wailed. His ass was so battered that the slightest touch made him very tender.

After what Steve had done to him earlier, his insides were more ready to receive a man, looser than usual. The driver sensed it.

"Turn around," Paxton ordered

Martin obediently obeyed and lay down with his back to Steve. After a while, he felt his penis slowly making its way inside.

Martin’s interior was looser, but irritated by the intercourse before, so his sensations were more intense. Even the slightest friction made his body shudder.

Martin felt Steve’s chest against his back, which made him feel close. Physical, this time tender rapprochement and a certain form of emotional closeness filled the boy’s heart with happiness. Paxton filled his whole reality, and Martin no longer remembered the unpleasant event of the evening. It was just him, Steve, and his passionate body.

Rita left the motel feeling some discomfort. Why do some men become so outrageous when they drink too much? A stripper is not a psychotherapist. If she is to work in this role, she should receive a correspondingly higher salary. Weren’t these the laws of the market?

But sometimes the confessions of drunk men were quite interesting. Today, for example, Rita heard an interesting story behind the scenes of the Fergus Stables. It was a story so incredible and fascinating that it could have been excellent material for a book or a movie. Or at least for a tabloid article. Today Rita has paid off.

The stripper took out her phone and started checking up on the gossip. As expected, today’s number one was Steve Paxton, the driver of the Fergus Stables, who lost first place in the race as a result of an unfortunate incident, but generously did not hold a grudge against the young and inexperienced rival who made it happen. Rita saw the picture of Steve and found the guy really attractive and masculine. Who would have thought he had such controversial tastes? Besides, not only him. After all, his new colleague also had a rather original request.

Fergus’ Stable, it seemed, was a very interesting place. Thanks to the recording she acquired today, that stable could become a gold mine for her.

Martin woke up in an empty bed. For him it was nothing extraordinary, because this is how he woke up almost all his life, but today he felt a special void. He remembered the crazy evening and how when he woke up during the night Paxton was in his room and in his bed, but now mechanic was alone.

"Steve!" he called to the bathroom, but was answered by silence. A sad Martin looked around and saw that Paxton’s clothes were gone, the driver got dressed and left, but left a note on the refrigerator door, visible even from this place of Martin’s little apartment.

The driver almost ran to see what was written on it.

"Yesterday I came to ask you something, but there was no opportunity. I had to go to a meeting today and I didn’t want to wake you up. I’ll ask you next time. "

Martin’s heart fluttered wildly as he read ’next time’. Steve made a promise to meet again! Could Martin get a better gift this morning?

Of course he could! Steve himself would be the best gift!

Curiosity, however, followed the joy. What was it that Paxton wanted to ask him if he had even bothered to visit him at his new place of work? What was so important? And what else could Steve have had such an early morning meeting...?

Early morning ?! Martin looked at his watch and screamed in horror. Not only was it not early, it wasn’t even morning anymore, it was almost midday! Martin was so late for work! After all, there was a car waiting for him, the owner of which was urgently needed for tomorrow!

And Teddy! Teddy must be worried about him too after what happened yesterday.

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