Race With a Heart
Chapter 63: Battle of the Will on Persian Carpet

Chapter 63: Battle of the Will on Persian Carpet

Jack returned almost immediately with a broad smile on his face and a bottle of moisturizer in his hand.

"Professor, you are always so wary," he praised his lover and generously poured a thick, transparent water-based liquid over his protruding ass.

"I have to be like that, since you’re a light-hearted guy," he announced slightly teasing. The fluid wasn’t cold, it was room temperature, but Kevin’s ass was warm, so the man felt a chill between his buttocks.

Moore’s provocation did not provoke a verbal reaction from Jack. Lambert only grinned wider, a bit like a rascal about to arm some mischief and, taking his penis in his hand, took the position to enter. He did not come in at once, however, only a few times struck his stick between Kevin’s buttocks with a smacking sound, splashing the liquid.

The sight of Jack standing over him, armed with his bloated cock, made Kevin even more fiery. The men stared at each other provocatively, as if waiting for the other’s reaction. Jack waited for an invitation from Moore, upon request, and Kevin waited for Lambert’s decisive action.

At this point, it was a battle of the will.

A battle that Kevin knew had won before it began.

"Fuck!" Jack relented and charged the entrance to the Temple of Greek Delight. His penis caked with thick liquid slipped smoothly into the moistened interior.

Kevin triumphed. Though he could only be passive in this position, dominated by his lover’s movements and at his mercy, knowing how much Jack wanted him was a thousand times more pleasant for him. Jack knew it too, so he could never win their duel of will.

In this position, Lambert’s penis could go deep, and Kevin could clearly feel it making its way through his soft, warm and wet interior. When he rubs against them, he pushes them away as if he were the master of the universe. Jack changed his rhythm every few thrusts, stimulating him more. After a few faster, harder thrusts, there was a series of slower and gentle thrusts suddenly pushing so hard that Kevin started screaming. Lambert’s creativity was endless, so Moore could never predict his next thrust, which made him even more aroused.

"I love to look ... at your ... face ... when I take you ... in this ... position ... professor ..." Jack informed Kevin and began to caress his cock.

Moore could only imagine what he looked like, though he couldn’t. He must have looked rather weird in a rather strange position, red, sweaty, but he knew that the eyes of an esthete were not looking at him, but a man in love with him. Eyes that see only beauty.

Just as his eyes stared at Jack, absolutely, utterly gorgeous, glistening with sweat, warm with exertion and lust, staring down at him. Shit, it was a really lovely sight!

This sight was complemented by the feeling of insane pleasure flowing from caressing the penis, but most of all from the act of penetration itself, the passion of which took Kevin’s breath away and forced him to moans of pleasure.

"Oh ... Yes ... more ... more ... !!!"

But soon it couldn’t be more because Kevin had two orgasms progressing one after another. One came from penetrating his ass, the other from caressing his dick. Moore felt his own seed drip onto his face.

Jack was also finishing. His penis was just starting to ejaculate when he took it out of Kevin’s ass and aimed it at his lover’s face.

Moore, panting heavily, returned to his normal position. Lying on his back, he tried to control his breathing. If the dean or Kevin’s father knew what the young professor was up to in his home, they would probably have had a heart attack. A respected university lecturer and police consultant with his face flooded with his own sperm and the sperm of his lover had to present quite a sight.

Lambert sat down next to him, facing his, and helped him sit up. Kevin, still breathing hard, stroked the hot face of the man who had just fucked him up.

"I love you," he said to Jack softly and tenderly. "Thank you for seducing me then."

Jack responded with a kiss - a long, passionate and moist kiss in which he could feel the salty taste of both their sperm and the sweet taste of their love.

Martin was glad that only he and Teddy were at work that morning, because that meant his younger friends had gone to school. Although he could never be a diligent student himself, meeting Kevin Moore made him admire people with brains even more. He himself was not born with a talent for learning, so the only thing he could count on in life was manual work (which was good, because Martin did not want anything more), but his younger colleagues were still at an age when a man was just beginning to discover his true interests and your talents. Martin didn’t know if Sid was gifted, but Dave was said to be a really good student, and it would be a shame if he’d squandered his potentially good career just because he was playing truant.

Only Dave didn’t skip school because he liked it. Martin knew very well that the boy tries to help the family as much as possible. Three younger siblings and a sick mother were a big responsibility, also financial. Someone struggling to make it to tomorrow will not think about what will happen next year. Looking at both boys, Martin had the impression that he was a real lucky guy in life.

Martin cared about both boys as much as younger brothers, and he seemed to understand by now why Jack felt the same way about him. If a person reaches a certain level of experience and knowledge, he naturally becomes a source of it for those less experienced. Lambert, an experienced driver and a man who has known the secrets of male-male love for years, became a natural guide for Martin, and Martin, a longtime mechanic with some experience at the Fergus Stables, became a guide for both teenage boys in this small car repair shop. Just as Jack cared about Martin, so Martin cared about Sid and Dave.

No car entered them that day, which was very sad for Martin. How did this workshop even function with three mechanics and so little work? Yes, it actually seemed like a miracle. However, when Teddy was introducing him to accounting, Martin saw that earlier the workshop had more work, now only the slower season was caused, unfortunately, mainly by the previous employee.

It was outrageous that one man could do so much damage!

It was not, however, irreparable damage. Teddy cursed his former employee for the trouble he had caused, but he was at that age to endure more than one turmoil and trouble even more than the present and endured, so he was sure he would survive now. The condition for this was solidarity between employees and patience.

This philosophy completely suited Martin. Although the boy felt bad knowing that this nice old man’s workshop was going through a difficult period at the moment, he decided to fight with him to improve the situation.

"Don’t take it all so much to heart," Teddy admonished him. "I know I put extra responsibility on you by asking you to take care of the workshop while I am in the hospital, but don’t feel that your mission is to save this place. I’d rather you spend your energy on something else. "

"On what?" Martin wondered.

"Dave is a smart boy, but no mechanic. I think his ambitions are much greater, but he cannot fulfill them due to financial reasons. After graduating from school, the boy has a chance to find a job that will give him a chance for promotion and development. You know, a job where you get promoted through experience and you can get really high from the bottom. "

Yes, Martin more or less knew what Teddy was talking about. Most often you saw something like this in service, sales and catering, where you started with sweeping the floors or working at the cash register, and you could even become the manager of a gas station or store. With a good salary, you can go back to school or take additional courses and improve your qualifications. It was a common path.

"But I’m worried about Sid," Teddy sighed.

"Why?" Martin was surprised. "After all, he too can choose this path."

Teddy shook his head.

"He’s too shy. He can’t work in services, so while he’s not stupid, he’s not going to have good enough records to advance. "

"Well ..." Martin regretted.

"But Sid has the makings of a good mechanic," the old man noted. "Working with machines is not working with people, so he’s not that shy. He learned a lot with me, but now because of my age and eyes, I am no longer able to work as I used to. Your predecessor was neither a good man nor a good teacher, so Sid lost a lot of time. But with you he can learn a lot again. "

"Really?"

Martin felt pleasantly flattered by the compliment, but also a bit worried. Did he really deserve the reputation he had in Teddy’s eyes?