Race With a Heart
Chapter 86: Turn

Chapter 86: Turn

They kissed passionately and for a long time, as if afraid that if their lips parted, they would part as well. They kissed as if it were their first kiss in a thousand years. At last Martin felt his knees melt beneath him, and another part of Paxton’s body called to him more than his mouth. That big part between his legs. The boy began to slide down, not hiding his intentions, but Steve’s strong hands stopped him.

"Let it be me doing this to you ..." the driver said quietly and with a quick movement he changed places with Martin. "I owe it to both of us. For Monday. "

He was right, the young mechanic had to admit to himself. Then Steve left before taking good care of Martin. The mechanic’s penis remained in the act, but without fulfillment, and Paxton was also one of the men who like to have their lover in their mouths.

Martin, admittedly, was very tempted to swallow this wonderful man in his mouth, but there had to be some justice and balance in the world. Especially since there was probably nothing more obscene than Steve Paxton, one of the best drivers in GP2 history, kneeling in front of Martin and swallowing his cock greedily.

The mechanic groaned softly as the handsome, very masculine man brought out his cock and began giving him a hungry caress. The greed in the movements of his hands and tongue was as clear as if Steve had actually been waiting for this moment since Monday, or even longer ...

"Oh, Steve ..." blurted from the mechanic’s mouth.

Martin did not know if his lover was such an excellent specialist, or if he himself was so much of Paxton’s ravenous mouth, but it grew dangerously fast in his mouth. He was not afraid that Steve would run away this time before Martin was fulfilled, yet there was something excitingly rushed between them, as if actually secret sex in a public place, where they are at risk of being detected by a random witness at any moment, gave them a subconscious basis to rush.

"Oh, I already ..." Martin announced, and at that moment he felt Steve take him even deeper, holding him by the buttocks.

"Steve ... Steve, I ..."

Then fulfillment came and there was nothing Martin could do but fulfill himself in his lover’s hot throat.

Through a spasm of pleasure, Martin realized how wrong he had been a moment earlier. There was something more obscene than the excellent Steve Paxton kneeling in front of him taking him in his mouth. Much more obscene was kneeling in front of him, taking him in his mouth and greedily swallowing his semen, the super masculine Steve Paxton, who had now released his penis from his mouth and shook his head contentedly, causing his dark hair to surround his face in a black but luminous halo.

"I love your taste," Steve announced, standing up, tucking Martin’s tired cock into his pants and zipping up his zipper. "It’s so invigorating!"

"Why did you zip my fly? Won’t you take me now? " The boy asked with obvious disappointment in his voice.

"Sorry," Steve moved in and wrapped his strong arms around him, but he did so gently and tenderly. He also put his head on Martin’s shoulder. "I have to go to the airport in a moment. You surprised me with this situation anyway, so I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure of being with you, but unfortunately I can’t afford more. "

"I understand," the mechanic sighed.

At this point, Martin felt a great need to be emotionally close to Paxton, the man who had told him moments earlier that he didn’t like himself. He hugged him tightly and tried to send him as much love as he could.

"Steve," he said softly, but the driver must have heard him. "I love you. I love you very much. But I also respect and admire you very much. You are the best driver I know and a very good person. You don’t see how good you are, but others see it in you, so you can really start to like yourself. You should start to like yourself the way others like you. "

There was no enthusiastic response to Martin, and he even got the impression that his words were not even a tenth of the intended result.

"Nobody’s perfect, Steve ..." said the mechanic, frustration building up inside him. He would like so much to reach the mind and heart of this good man, who, despite the arrogant behavior he shows to the world, tortures himself so much. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"But their mistakes don’t cost others lives."

Martin thought Steve had the Hannah accident behind him, but it probably wasn’t.

"Hannah it wasn’t your fault ..."

"Hannah ..." Steve repeated softly, as if reminding himself of her.

Paxton slowly released Martin from his embrace. The boy wanted to be with him longer, but the plane would not wait for one passenger.

Steve didn’t let go of Martin completely, though, and was still holding his arms. He looked him straight in the eyes and in his gaze there was both joy and sadness. The boy smiled happily. Before that, in those eyes he saw only darkness and sadness and lust. That little joy in Paxton’s eyes was a quantum leap forward.

"I’d like to take you with me, but I can’t," Steve announced. "I would like to take you to the stands so you can watch me live, but the idea came to my mind too late and I couldn’t organize it anymore. I’m sorry."

Martin smiled and shook his head.

"I would like to be there with you, of course I would, but you are also great to watch with boys. Maybe I can’t see you on the TV all the time, but we can comment with the guys at will. "

"I’m very curious about your comments," Steve smiled, and it was a warm, cheerful smile. At the sight of this, Martin’s heart screamed with joy.

"There’s always only one comment," the boy suddenly blushed. "That you are the best driver in the world!"

"Well, well, if I have such loyal fans, I can’t let them down and this time I will also go to victory. This time it will be one hundred percent worked out by me and deserved. I will bring it especially for you. "

"I’m sure you will win!"

"We’d better get out of here," said one of the three teenagers who had just entered a notorious neighborhood where, according to their information, every other building was a brothel and every other building housed an illegal casino..

"Don’t make out" the friend put a hand on his shoulder. "This is something every man should experience! From today you are of legal age! Could there be a better birthday party than a strip bar? "

The boy who hesitated, whose birthday was today, knew at least ten ways to spend his birthday better, the best of which would be to date a girl he liked. Unfortunately, he could not confess his feelings or invite her on a date, so he was condemned to the company of his colleagues.

Of course, the idea of ​​going out to the strip bar was interesting at first. Watching something on the internet and watching something live - the difference had to be clear. You don’t experience anything 3D when watching a movie. You can only watch and listen. And yet everyone knew that the best thing about the whole game is the ability to touch. It wasn’t about groping women, but a good stripper could ignite a man’s senses by brushing the hem of a skirt that was just being removed or a feather boa. You cannot forget about the general atmosphere of the place and the smells. It is true that he could not imagine what such a place smells like, but definitely different than the room of one of his colleagues, where they watched such films.

The very idea of ​​spending a birthday at a strip club was exciting, but the more they delved into the neighborhood, the worse it got.

"Father will kill me when he finds out that I’ve been in such a place," announced the birthday boy. "And I haven’t even experienced a day as an adult yet!"

"Come on! When he was our age, he probably visited such places. You will say that you wanted to see what it was like but you didn’t like it and you will let it go. It was so with my old man. "

"But I am not you! I can’t lie so brazenly to my father! "

"See, see? You immediately assume you’ll like it! " his friend laughed.

The other friend also chuckled and put his arm around him on the other side.

"It’s not like that!" the boy who had had a birthday tried to deny it. However, he had to give up. He will not win with his friends. Suddenly something strange hit his nostrils. "Do you smell that smell?" He asked.

The colleagues sniffed.

"Probably a dead cat. Or a rat," said the other colleague in disgust, covering his nose.

"If it smells so bad, it must be here a long time. Why has no one notified the relevant services? " the birthday boy was surprised.

"Who would bother with a dead animal?" the first colleague asked.

"But it poses a sanitary risk," the birthday boy insisted, and walked towards the dumpster, which was emitting a foul smell of rotting meat.

"Come on," his colleagues tried to stop him. "Don’t worry about it! Don’t leave proof that you were even here! "

"But..."

People really underestimated the importance of sanitation. They dumped the rubbish everywhere, ignored the dead animals, and then held a grudge against the city and the government that they couldn’t keep their streets clean and people started to fall ill.

"I will only call the sanitation services and that will be the end," he said stubbornly and approached the dumpster, which was smelling. In order to notify the relevant services, he had to know how big the animal was.

The smell did not come from the overfilled trash container itself, but from behind it, from behind the bags placed next to it. The boy pushed two bags away and stepped back in horror.

Was it a human hand?