Race With a Heart
Chapter 94: Talking On the Phone Can Be Indeed Very Interesting

Chapter 94: Talking On the Phone Can Be Indeed Very Interesting

"Uh, Steve ... I can’t ... My hand is indecisive ... My knees are buckling under me ..."

" If you can’t take the blow job just how can you handle it when I get into you?"

"What?"

"Harder, Martin! I want you to come! I want to hear you come! "

"Steve, no, I ..."

Martin did not stop obeying his voice for a moment, he moved his hand over his penis more and more, more and more decisively, and even as he fell to his knees, unable to support himself anymore, he did not stop caressing himself as hard as Paxton would.

"Steve ... Steve ... I ... Oooooooooh ...!"

"Good boy" praised the driver. "And we haven’t even begun to caress your pretty little asshole."

"No, I can’t do it ..." moaned Martin, frightened.

"Be a man and don’t whine like a woman! Do you think I’ll forgive you just because you moan? "

"No," Martin was ashamed. "You’ll take me harder."

"Yes of course! But since you no longer have the strength to stand, I will take you lying down. Consider taking you from the back or from the front, you can even try what position it will be easier for you to reach, but before that... take off your pants and panties. "

Martin, all red with embarrassment, pulled off both garments and jumped onto the bed. He tried the position which would be most comfortable for him to reach and announced:

"Aside. From behind."

"Excellent," Paxton said. "Then pick up the bottle, but don’t do anything with it just yet. I’m just laying down behind you. You can’t see me, but you feel me getting closer. I’m already exactly behind you. What am I doing right now? What do you want me to do? "

"You kiss my neck ..." Martin announced, closing his eyes and plunging into the land of fantasy. He heard Steve start making noises imitating kisses. He shivered.

"Can you feel them?" Paxton asked passionately.

"Yes," announced Martin. He really felt the warm touch of Steve’s lips against his skin. "You kiss my neck and caress my hip ..." he added as he ran his hand over his body.

"Yes ... You’re so hot!"

"You start to caress my buttocks ..."

"They’re so soft ... I’ll squeeze the tighter ..."

"Ouch!" Martin shouted softly as he carried Paxton’s voice tightly around his buttock.

"Too hard?" Steve asked, sounding slightly amused.

"No," the boy assured. "You just surprised me. "

"Oh, Martin! I love your body! I love your firm ass. Do you think you are ready for more? "

"For more?" he asked shyly and imagined what more was. He envisioned a huge member of Steve making his way inside him. This fantasy was extremely exciting.

"For more," Paxton admitted. "I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to enter you. You are ready?"

’Always’ wanted to answer Martin, but this bold confession would not let him pass by. He squeezed the lube bottle tighter and, feeling his heart pounding with nervousness, announced:

"I’m ready."

Despite plunging into a fantasy world, Martin knew Steve was thousands of miles away. He knew that it was not the beautiful driver’s penis that would enter Martin’s interior, but his own finger. It was obscene, it was scary, but also... wildly attractive. Steve Paxton missed his body so much he called him to have sex together. They might physically use themselves as substitutes for their partner, but their words, their breaths, their desires were real and passionate. Despite the great distance, they were really next to each other at this point, and Martin felt the excitement of Paxton, who craved his body so much that he decided to make this passionate phone call.

"Fine," Steve praised. "In this position, don’t pour the liquid over your pretty butt as it will run down your buttocks and won’t reach the hole. So either roll more on your tummy or pour it on your hand. "

Martin hesitated for a moment, until he decided he would choose something in between. He rolled over on his stomach, but he poured the liquid onto his hand and placed it directly between his buttocks. The fluid was cold and his body warm, so he felt a pleasant shiver and made the right sound.

"Now, slowly, start massaging there. Your middle finger should be especially active. He will be the first to enter ... "

’The first?’ Did it mean that there will also be the second? Martin, of course, would have room for even more, but it was so ... indecent to put on yourself ... and when you have your lover on the line ...

Yep, it was dirty and fucking sexy! Martin began to let out groans of excitement and anticipation. Even his penis was getting hard again, but the boy only focused on the back of his thirsty body.

Steve was excited too, Martin heard it clearly over the receiver and pictured the driver caressing his own penis. Does Steve imagine that he is just approaching Martin’s ass, that he is about to start his attack and when he is ready to give the boy the appropriate order?

"Put it on! Now!"

Martin groaned as his own finger sank shamelessly inside him. He groaned as he began to move him. It wasn’t pain, It wasn’t even a shame anymore. It was an endless excitement aided by the realization that on the other side of the line that beautiful man who is Steve Paxton was pleasing himself with his thoughts of Martin.

So Martin found himself on the verge of fulfillment again, terrified but also excited by the enormous power Steve has over his mind and body. The power that made Martin groaning and muffling a scream in his pillow again.

Steve was breathing hard. He too was fulfilled. Now the driver slowly calmed his breathing.

"Martin ..." Paxton spoke softly.

The boy was tired but happy. It was difficult for him to open his mouth, but Steve couldn’t see his face, he could only hear his voice, so the mechanic had to speak.

"Yes?"

"I love you, Martin. You are the first person I say this to. You are the first person I love. I want you to always remember that, no matter what. You are the first in my heart. "

Steve might seem carefree and overconfident, but he wasn’t a fool and he knew the dangers that could lurk for him on the track. But what could he do apart from getting on the track and fighting? Was he supposed to stay home and put the duvet over his head and cry?

Karl Walton informed Steve that there was a suspicion that someone was intentionally targeting Paxton. Someone wants to sow paranoia in him and, possibly, lead him to a tragic mistake. Steve wasn’t blind or deaf, so he suspected himself that these random events on the track were not accidental at all. Was anyone really making it difficult for him to fight for victory in such a cheap and vile way? Who? Why? Why him?

They had no evidence, only the suspicions within them. And it was precisely these suspicions that were the shortest path to paranoia. If Steve starts to see the enemy in every driver on the track, if every overtaking or doubling maneuver causes him some subconscious fear, how can Steve show himself on the track? He will cease to be a driver and will become useless garbage for the team. Was that what the mysterious enemy wanted?

Except that this mysterious enemy didn’t really have to exist. It could really be pure chance or coincidence. Belindez was a rookie and he could really lose his head. It happens, rarely, but it does happen. Richardsen’s second season was below expectations, so he might have wanted to take advantage of every opportunity to finish the race one position higher. It wasn’t ethical, not entirely legal, but why would Paxton’s victory be more important to him than his own promotion? Motor or car sports are not a marathon, where you can lean over an opponent who has fallen over and shake hands with him. Here both the speed and the stakes were too high. If anyone expected pity on the track, they should change the discipline.

Since Steve did not see a motive as to why someone would target him (and Karl questioned him well), he decided to assume that these were random events. However, somewhere in his subconscious and in his heart a doubt arose. The worst that could have happened had happened. Though Steve didn’t want it, he began to see the enemy in every shadow.

Nobody noticed it yet, because people only saw his smile, but Paxton’s hand began to tremble slightly. A scene where a car hits Hannah began to appear before his eyes. Steve tried to replace each such vision with Martin’s smiling face. It worked. This boy was like the most healing balm to his heart. It was as clear, as warm and bright, as a cloudless summer morning. Steve felt his love and she gave his heart courage and strength. The thought of Martin was an escape and a salvation for him. But on the track, he would have to focus not on fantasies but on the real situation, and the real situation was that someone could target him and launch an attack from any direction.

Paxton’s hand began to tremble again. The trembling was not strong, but his mere presence was disturbing.

Steve knew exactly what that trembling meant, and he shivered all over.

If he allows fears to overwhelm him, he will have to leave the track, and at his age it will be a parting forever.