Race With a Heart
Chapter 93: Talking On the Phone Doesn’t Have To Be Boring

Chapter 93: Talking On the Phone Doesn’t Have To Be Boring

"From a distance?" Martin asked shakily. His heart began to beat dangerously fast. "What do you mean?"

"Yes, from a distance. I am asking, have you ever made love on the phone? "

Martin suddenly understood why Steve’s voice was a little hoarse and tense. It wasn’t a cold, it was excitement!

The mechanic’s body reacted immediately. A wave of heat hit him and he felt his cock start to rise brazenly in his pants. Martin swallowed hard.

"No," he admitted, "but there is always the first time."

Steve chuckled ominously, causing Martin’s spine to shiver.

"The first time is only once, not always" he announced, "and I’ll have to make it remembered for you."

There was menace in Paxton’s voice and chills from his spine spilled over the young mechanic’s entire body.

"Do you want us to ... make love on the phone?" he asked, horrified by Paxton’s proposal but very excited about it. "But ... I don’t know how ..."

"You masturbated by thinking about me. There is no point in denying it, you’ve already admitted it yourself. "

"Yes but..."

"Why are you acting like a virtue? Didn’t you scream with pleasure when I tied you to the bed? Didn’t you beg for more when I entered into you? Martin, just hearing your voice made me hard ... "

Martin’s eyes darkened for a moment, and then his breathing quickened.

"Do you as well...?" he asked shyly.

"What? Will I caress myself by listening to your voice? I’ve already started doing this. Can’t you hear how excited I am? "

Martin heard him, he could clearly hear the hoarseness in his voice and the heavy breathing. These sounds were insanely exciting. The boy swallowed again with difficulty and slipped his hand into his pants.

"Martin, why aren’t you saying anything?" Steve asked slightly resentfully.

The mechanic panicked and quickly withdrew his hand.

"I don’t know what to say," he admitted.

"So you prefer to listen, right?"

"Mm, I guess so ..." he admitted, relieved.

"Okay, if so, I will speak. I’ll tell you exactly what to do and you’ll obey me, right? Will you do whatever I ask for? "

"I will," Martin agreed, blushing more than if Steve had been watching him.

"You’re home, so get your moisturizer bottle out."

"What?! For what? You are not here ... "

"Guess!"

Martin knew that Paxton was smiling his provocative smile at that moment, imagining the boy’s consternation. That smile in front of Martin’s mind made the boy suddenly lose his shame and find courage.

"I don’t have to guess," he replied defiantly. "Wait a minute, let me get the bottle."

He leaned over the bed and pulled out from underneath the moisturizer. Steve he was never stingy with it playing together.

"I have," he announced into the handset with much more enthusiasm than at the beginning of the conversation.

Steve was right, Martin was no longer a virgin who did not know a man. He already knew the man very well and had him in the most intimate and secret parts of his body. It was only one man, but that one man was enough to reveal to Martin even the wildest desires that the good boy from the provinces had no idea existed. Not that he lived in a very big city now, but the relationship with Steve significantly broadened his erotic horizons and opened him to world sensations.

"I like it," Steve admitted appreciatively. "Do you want me to take you standing or lying down?"

Martin began to think frantically. It’s not like Steve is actually taking him. It will only be a fantasy. So in his fantasy, how does Martin see himself at this point?

They are in the one of the corridors of the stables. Martin had just left work and was walking towards the exit when Steve, handsome, masculine, and imperious, blocked his way.

"Standing," he decided.

"Got a headset?"

"I have."

"Then plug it in."

Martin quickly obeyed. He thought it was a very clever solution because now he had both hands free.

"Done," he said.

"Good! Now get up and go to the wall. Stand in front of it and then lean your hands on it. "

Despite the courage shown just moments ago, at that moment Martin felt embarrassed again. He’s just supposed to stand in front of the wall and lean against it as if... A scarlet blush covered his face.

"I can’t hear you moving," Steve’s voice was disappointed. "Do you remember what you promised me?"

"I remember," he confirmed. "I just have to pick the wall."

There was really nothing to choose from, because only one piece of one wall was not cluttered with any furniture or other interior fittings. Martin got off the bed and walked over to that exact spot. Feeling terribly stupid, he obeyed Paxton.

"Already," he announced, waiting for further instructions.

"Perfect. Now close your eyes and listen to my voice. I’m right behind you. I lean over you and whisper in your ear. Martin, you are fucking sexy ... "

A shiver ran up Martin’s spine again. The boy had the impression that there was actually a handsome, strong driver behind him, whispering these wonderfully indecent words in his ear.

"You set me on fire so much I can’t help myself. I must have you here and now. Where are we?"

"In the corridor next to the changing room," the mechanic replied immediately.

"Good. You just finished work and I was waiting for you. Or so?

"Yes."

"You know why I waited?"

"No."

"Because you’re fucking attractive. Nobody ignited my senses like you. You’re so innocent, so sweet, and yet dripping with sex. I felt drawn to you from the first time I saw you. I couldn’t have these desires, but I couldn’t stop them. So now, at this point, I have stopped you in the corridor for one purpose only. I want to possess you. "

"Fuck!" it escaped from Martin’s excited lips. Can words alone make a man red? Could words alone make his penis appear between his legs as if he had his own mind and his own desires?

"In a minute," Steve promised. "To get into you, I have to be tough enough. So now I will pamper you a little. "

Martin’s heart raced as if racing on a track. His breathing became heavier and heavier. Making love from a distance was so exciting!

"Uhm, Martin, I slip my hand under your shirt. I’m starting to caress your right nipple. Be my hand, Martin, okay? "

"Mhm ..." he murmured as he tucked his own hand under his T-shirt. "Uh ..." he groaned.

"Pleasantly?"

"Yeah."

"Lovely" Paxton’s voice was incredibly sensual. If he worked on the sex phone, he would have made a fortune. "But do it a little harder," he ordered. "You know I’m not one of the most delicate."

Martin squeezed the nipple tighter until he felt pain. He groaned painfully.

"Oh yes, so good. Now you know that you are in my arms, not anyone else’s. "

"Yes, Steve ... Yes ... Only in your ..."

"My arms wrap around you tightly. I am starting to press at you slowly. Your nipples are already hard, aren’t they? "

"Yes ..." he admitted, no longer feeling ashamed, even forgetting that he was in his room. In his mind, Martin found himself with Steve in a cool corridor that smelled of gasoline, exhaust, grease... and the cigarette smoke and expensive cologne that bonded so strongly to Paxton.

"Painfully hard?"

Martin nudged his nipple.

"Yes, ah!"

"Okay, so now I’m going down. My hand runs over your body, over your sensitive skin, over your stomach, and touches the line of your pants and underwear. It will slide in in a moment, but not yet. Now, Martin, stimulate my imagination. What color are you wearing your underwear? "

"Navy."

"Boxers or briefs?"

"Briefs."

"Um, sexy. My hand slips under your navy blue briefs. Are you following me? "

"Yes..."

"Tell me, have you started to harden?"

"Yes. Since you called. "

"As soon?" Steve rejoiced. "Great ... Has your dick grown a lot?"

"A lot, but he can more."

"Then I have to help him."

"And you?" Martin suddenly asked. "Don’t you need help?"

"Not yet. Now my hand is in your underpants, holding your cock in my hand. I like his shape. I love his size. I slowly start to massage and caress him. God, Martin, your penis is so beautiful! How many women have you had? "

"What?"

"I always wanted to ask you this."

"Does it matter?"

"No. But sexy. Before you offered him to my mouth, how many women was he in? "

"In three," he admitted. "But in the mouth ... only in yours ..."

"Their loss ... To have such a treasure and not use its full potential ..."

Paxton’s voice was heavy, clearly heavier than it was a moment ago, as if he was actually touching Martin’s penis at that moment and admired its size and shape. The boy blushed with delight at the thought that his body excited Paxton so much.

"Oh!" he groaned as he felt him grow in his own hand. "Do you like him so much?" he asked without even thinking about the question.

"Very," Steve admitted. "So much so that I can’t stop thinking about him. You are my hand, right? "

"Right."

"So harder! Do it harder! Do it as hard as I would ... "

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