38 Some Doors Should Remain Closed

At what Don Alston saw in the locker room as he opened the door ajar, his eyes widened and he forgot to blink.

Yes, Steve Paxton did please himself, but he was definitely not alone.

He was also not in the company of a woman.

Steve Paxton had sex with a man!

The Don was completely shocked. Through the ajar door he watched as Paxton's hips hit the hips of another man with brutal force, how his testicles hit his lover's ass, and even how the penis moved with a loud smack on the man's damp interior.

Alston looked enchanted, turned to stone. What he saw was shocking, unimaginable, and yet… extremely exciting. Suddenly Don felt the tension in his pants and a great temptation to find out who was the man who was getting fucked by Steve?

'Show your face,' he mouthed. 'Come on!'

The man, however, stubbornly disobeyed Don's wishes, and the third driver had to wait patiently, although he did not have much patience. Eventually his efforts were rewarded and Alston saw an excited, orgasmic face.

Martin's face!

Was it really Martin, his old track mate, his rival, he was racing like a devil until at some point he decided to quit racing and turned into a mechanic? Was it the same Martin that Don had stolen his girlfriend from in order to tease him?

The mechanic's face was ecstatic, but it was his face. Martin slumped heavily to the ground, and Steve splashed right into that pretty face, too pretty for a man. Alston felt as if he needed to fire himself at the sight of it. He left the building hastily.

If there are moments in a person's life that completely change his worldview, for Don Alston it was one of them. He had never been interested in men in his life, moreover, he considered homosexuality something seriously perverted, while the sight of two men copulating with one another with incredible passion made Don go hard as stone. Not only that, the vision of the inspired, ecstatic face of Martin did not leave his eyes. The mere thought that Martin, the Martin he had known so well for years, had indulged in a man, made Alston's throat dry.

He never thought Martin had that to him. It was… interesting.

Karl Walton set a cup of coffee in front of Abe Allen. It was going to be a long conversation, so they both must have been reasonably comfortable, although Karl knew the topic was quite difficult.

"How are we standing?" Karl asked as he sat down across from the chief mechanic. They were in Walton's office, but Allen felt more at ease here than he did. It probably resulted from seniority. Karl only worked in the stable for a second year, while Allen was here from the beginning. You could say that he started this stable with Walton's grandfather. Fergus gave the money and Allen gave his knowledge. Together, they have undergone many changes and achieved more than one victory. That is why Allen enjoyed great recognition and the opinion of an expert not only in the Fergus Stables.

"Jack's leg is healthy now. There should not be any problems. I'll put him on the track tomorrow. Jack wants to go with Steve. "

"Steve ..." was the main topic of Walton's conversation and concern. "How is he doing?"

Allen smiled a little sadly, a little paternal pride, a little admiration for the young driver.

"Was it your idea to talk to me or was it his?" He asked.

"His. I only heard about it from Jack. I have no idea what you guys were talking about. "

"Steve warned me that he didn't know how he would react behind the wheel, but that he wanted to drive. He asked what suggestions do I have? So I told him. "

"What did you say him?"

"I said he is a great driver and should follow his instincts. I have seen too many drivers who were afraid of being wimpy and taking risks on the track. The victory is worth neither the machine nor the driver's life. "

Karl thought the same, but he had to play the devil's advocate.

"Don't you think it might have clipped his wings?"

"Paxton's? Today's temperance will make him hungry for victory tomorrow. He's a fighter. "

This statement filled Walton's heart with comfort, but he wanted to make sure.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Karl, I've been in the racing world longer than you live. I have seen more than one driver. I have seen their victories and falls. I saw my friend kill himself on the track because he couldn't think. I've seen good drivers turn into useless because they thought too much. Steve ... I can't guarantee you, but I'm sure he will be fully prepared physically and mentally for the first race. Plus… "Allen suddenly paused and smiled implicitly.

"Yes?"

"I think Steve has finally found a friend in the stable."

"Whom?" Walton asked suspiciously. "Not a new driver, is it?"

"No. One of the young mechanics. They think no one sees it, but I think everyone can see that Steve is closer to him than to the others. A male friendship like that, having someone to talk to, is definitely good for Steve. "

Karl couldn't agree with that, but he couldn't tell Allen. The chief mechanic might be right if there was a friendship between the two and not something totally twisted.

"You mean Martin?" Walton made sure. "Are you trying to convince me to extend his contract?"

"The boy is really gifted and it would be a shame to lose him. If he goes to the competition, someone will get a great gift. But no," he sighed. "I asked Martin and he accepts the terms of the contract. He don't want to stay. "

"Really?" Said Walton. This was quite unexpected. He thought the little mechanic would be a real ulcer on his ass, meanwhile he backed off from sight. Did that mean that Steve's breakup was firm enough and categorical enough that the boy didn't even dream of a second chance?

Karl dismissed thoughts of Martin. He had a more pressing problem on his mind.

"So you think Steve can handle the track? Can we release him in the first race? "

"I think Steve will bring us the grand prix."

The image of Martin's face did not leave Don even now, when, upon returning to his apartment, Heather greeted him by throwing herself on his neck and kissing him on the lips.

"How was your day, honey?" the girl asked him.

Beautiful, sexy girl who used to give Martin similar kisses. Now she was flexing at his, Don's touch, and Martin groaned with pleasure under the other man's body. How strange and unexpected it was!

Don wonder if Martin had it all the time, that tendency to let a man take him? Even when they were racing on one track, did Martin secretly fantasize about having sex with another driver in a sweat-smelling locker room?

Was he fantasizing about someone in particular then?

"Good," he replied, pushing her away from him under the pretext of going to the bathroom. As he washed his hands, he looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were unnaturally red.

"You know I work with Martin?" he asked his girlfriend.

"No, you didn't tell me that."

"You know, it's a bit weird. I wonder if he has changed or have I changed?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Actually nothing. I just wonder what he was like when you were with him? Why were you with him? "

"I don't know," Heather admitted. "He was very pretty, kind and sweet."

"And in bed?" he asked and touched her cheek.

"He couldn't compare to you," she announced.

"I know that. But I seriously ask. Let's say it's male ego. "

"Did he do something to challenge your manhood?" she purred provocatively.

"More like something that undermined his," Don announced.

"Really?" Heather was honestly surprised. Was he not showing any homosexual inclinations while with her? "You got me interested. What he did?"

Alston was tempted to tell Heather that her ex-boyfriend was getting fucked by another guy, but suddenly decided that the information was too personal after all. Not personal to Martin, but to himself, because the memory of the mechanic's cum-drenched face was too precious to be shared. As a woman, Heather will never understand this domination fantasy. And Don always wanted to dominate Martin - in private and professional life. Now, unexpectedly, another temptation has arisen.

Nonsense, Alston scolded himself. After all, Don was not one of those people who had homoerotic fantasies.

"Come on, tell me!" Heather insisted. She was annoyingly stubborn.

"He said he liked to watch figure skating on ice," lied Don, who hated that sport.

"Just that?" Heather felt disappointed. "I don't like watching it and I'm not male, right?"

"Not at all," he announced. "You are one hundred percent feminine."

Yes, Heather was undoubtedly a sexy young woman who was particularly aroused by speed, fast cars, and the men who drove them. That's probably why she was seeing Martin, who was pretty good for his racing class. But then Don showed up, who was even better than Martin. Is it strange that the girl changed the object of her interest, that she chose a winner?

Funny, Martin picked a winner too, and for exactly the same purpose as her. This boy had no pride at all.

Heather was fucking sexy. You don't see girls like that often. Alston, who had been tough since seeing the two making love in the locker room, quickly initiated an intimate reunion. Heather was beautiful and hot, but for some reason Don had seen an orgasmic and cum-drowning Martin's face instead of hers.