“Where the fuck is Charles?” Pierre asked, looking up from his phone. The
Alpha Tauri driver caught his jaw before it fell to his chest. “Yeah, I
don’t know.” Arthur replied thoughtfully, stood in nothing but a pair of
tight black CK boxer shorts. The F3 driver strode towards the couch and
threw himself into it with a thud, busing himself with his own phone while
the TV chattered away in the background.
Pierre tried to focus on his phone but the sight of the skinny young
Monegasque wearing just enough fabric to cover his vitals and the
surrounding area was too difficult to resist. Pierre and Charles had been
best friends for so long and Arthur had also been there in the background
as Charles’ adorable younger brother.
“Have you been getting any action?” Pierre asked. “Yeah.” Arthur beamed
proudly. Pierre glanced up from his phone with an enquiring look which
Arthur read with a smile. “No one special, a few girls back home and a few
more girls at race meets.” Arthur grinned proudly, “How about you?” He
continued. It was Pierre’s turn to smile, “Too much action, ever since I
won in Monza, I’ve had so much cock and pussy thrown at me it’s
unbelievable.” Pierre explained proudly. “Oh wow, cock too.” Arthur replied
thoughtfully.
“Can I ask you something?” Arthur asked, holding his chin in thought. “Of
course.” Pierre nodded. “Which do you prefer?” Arthur replied. “Cock.”
Pierre grinned. “But I want a little boy someday and I want him to have a
mummy, so the pussy is good too.” Pierre explained with a cheeky
smile. “Cool. Erm, so I got a hand job from Filip Ugran earlier this year
and I kind of liked it.” Arthur confessed. Pierre’s eyes lit up, “Oh
really, that’s cool.” He replied, dropping his phone aside and focussing
all his attention on the F3 driver.
“So, what made you tell me?” Pierre asked, leaning towards Arthur. “No
reason.” He replied immediately. “Ok, I don’t know how to talk to Charles
about it.” Arthur admitted. [They don’t talk about sex.] Pierre thought to
himself, studying Arthur’s body language as he spoke. “Well if you have
more questions, I’m here for you.” Pierre beamed. “Thanks Gas-man.” Arthur
smiled, glancing sideways shyly.
Quietly, Pierre’s cock was raging at the thought of Arthur doing another
guy, [insanely fucking hot!] The F3 driver had grown into a stunning young
man and although he had a little more growing up to do, he was looking very
good indeed. The Alpha Tauri driver had to keep the conversation going, he
had to get Arthur talking dirty and try to get him in the mood. “How did
you talk Filip into giving you a hand job?” Pierre asked, forcing an
innocence to his tone. “We were in the sauna together talking after
testing. We were just talking about the way the cars were handling when he
slid his hand up my towel. He gave me the chance to say no…and I didn’t.”
Arthur shrugged and then grinned towards Pierre.
Arthur had noticed that Pierre’s hand had slid down towards his crotch and
seemed to be moving gently across a lump in his crotch. Arthur stretched
out looking to the side but watching Pierre in his peripheral vision he
could tell the F1 driver was watching his every move. “What about you?”
Arthur asked. “Me?” Pierre replied looking confused. “Which cock do you
prefer or something, you tell me?” Arthur shrugged again. “Oooh, I don’t
know, there have been a few.” Pierre giggled. “A few? At the same time?”
“Noooo…” Pierre cut in shock, then remembered Marina Bay, “…yeah.” he
conceded. “Man, you’re crazy.” Arthur beamed. Pierre smiled back warmly at
Arthur’s impish excitement.
“Are you hard now?” Arthur asked, nodding towards Pierre’s hand which
clutched his crotch. “A little bit.” Pierre admitted. “Do naughty stories
make you hard, or do I make you hard?” Arthur continued. “Everything makes
me hard.” Pierre scoffed, reluctant to allow Arthur control. “Interesting.”
Arthur grinned, turning to make sure his slim body faced Pierre directly,
then looking into Pierre’s eyes then down to his bulge, the teenager showed
Pierre how his own cock had begun to stir, gently pushing up against the
fabric of his boxers in pulses.
Pierre looked across at Arthur, this young kid he’d grown up with,
practically been brothers with. Part of Pierre could never get over that,
the fact that Charles and Arthur were two of his closest friends but that
didn’t stop them being two stunning young men. The Frenchman propelled
himself off the couch towards Arthur and coming to an abrupt halt, similar
to the cartoon roadrunner, Pierre’s face was now just millimetres away from
Arthur’s tempting bulge.
Arthur looked down upon Pierre’s beautiful face and watched as the Alpha
Tauri driver’s hand took hold of his bulge. With a gentle squeeze, Pierre
used his fingers to guess the size of Arthur’s cock. The teenager’s meat
felt nice and thick hidden within the soft, dark fabric of Arthur’s
boxers. Arthur sighed, as Pierre’s fingers felt their way around his
throbbing prize.
Pierre couldn’t wait any longer, his fingers reached under the waistband
and pulled the teenager’s boxer shorts down. 7.5 inches of hard, uncut,
olive meat bounced up, pointing towards Pierre’s lips and begging to be
sucked. “Oh, fucking yes Arthur.” Pierre grinned as he swallowed the
teenager in one gulp.
“Merde.” Arthur hissed as his boner became wonderfully warm and wet deep in
Pierre’s mouth. The Alpha Tauri driver swallowed every inch of Arthur’s
meat, bringing soft grumbles of pleasure from the young F3 driver. Pierre’s
warm mouth felt so incredibly good around his member that Arthur had to
fight the urge to thrust up into his friend’s beautiful face.
Pierre’s eyes looked at Arthur’s cute face to see the youngster was fully
gone, consumed by the Alpha Tauri driver’s expert oral work. The
24-year-old brought his gaze back down slowly as he bobbed along Arthur’s
cock, studying the skinny youngster’s smooth, tanned chest and noticing
little goosebumps all along him. “My god.” Arthur muttered again,
verbalising his feelings towards Pierre’s smooth sucking.
The Alpha Tauri driver beamed at Arthur’s vocal support, the more the
youngster groaned the more control Pierre felt he had. Where were the
boundaries with this kid, Charles was of course one of his best friends but
he’d also known Arthur for the majority of his life too. The kid was hot
and his cock tasted divine, it would be worse for his self-confidence to
turn him down. [There’s only 5 years between us in age gap and Arthur is
old enough to make his own decisions now, I mean look at how horny he is,
fuck it!!!] Pierre’s mind was racing, simulating all the possibilities in a
matter of seconds, “Should we go next door?” He asked, pulling off Arthur’s
cock and looking up at the F3 driver.
Arthur’s confidence masked the slightest hint of hesitation the youngster
felt. What if Charles caught them, Pierre was like his best friend. Ugh,
and Pierre was like an older brother to him, but a sexy one that wasn’t
related, [and my God, he is sexy.] This sexy older man wanted to spend time
with him, share his experience and pleasure Arthur, this opportunity was
possible to miss. “Yes, let’s go.” Arthur smiled.
Pierre led them into the bedroom, closing-over the door behind them while
Arthur climbed onto his bed. The Alpha Tauri driver followed him, removing
his clothing as he did so. Pierre had noticed Arthur lay back with his legs
open suggestively causing the Frenchman’s 6.5-inch cock to solidify. Arthur
watched mesmerised as Pierre’s tanned, toned, furry body moved between his
legs and his face lowered towards the teenager’s crotch. Before Pierre
could resume sucking Arthur’s cock, he felt the F3 driver’s hand under his
chin, pausing his progress and directing him up Arthur’s body. Pierre’s
eyes studied Arthur’s body hungrily as he flew over it before coming to a
stop inches away from Arthur’s face. “I want you to fuck me.” Arthur
requested softly.
Pierre allowed his lips to fall against Arthur’s briefly causing a pulse of
excitement from both cocks. “Ok, do you need much loosening up?” Pierre
asked conscientiously. “No, I should be ok with some lube.” Arthur
replied. The words still ringing in his ears, Pierre’s cock was the
stiffest it had been at any point that weekend knowing this twink just
needed a bit of lube to take his hard, horny cock.
Grabbing the bottle of lube he had used for last night’s cheeky wank while
Charles was asleep, Pierre returned to the gap between Arthur’s legs, the
youngster raising them willingly to allow Pierre to get nice and close to
him. The Alpha Tauri driver started with Arthur’s hole, applying a nice
coating of lube to his soft ring, sickening the light brown hairs that led
into his cute, innocent looking entrance. Arthur released a soft groan in
response to Pierre’s firm fingers as they went to work. Next Pierre turned
his attentions to his own cock pouring a little more than usual into his
palm and using his fist to spread it nice and evenly along his entire
length.
Tossing the bottle aside and leaning forward Pierre made his first move
causing a simultaneous heart rate increase in both men. Placing his slick
tip at Arthur’s entrance, Pierre paused for a second to ensure he was in
the perfect position. “Ready?” “Oui.” Arthur beamed before closing his eyes
and taking a deep breath. “Ahhh!” Arthur moaned as Pierre’s tip pierced his
entrance causing the F1 driver to pause for a second and masking the sound
of the front door opening. “Oooooh.” Arthur exhaled again as Pierre
gradually applied pressure on the young bottom’s hole, slowly easing him
open and covering the noise of the front door closing. The F3 driver was
concentrating so hard on managing the pain, opening his hole up for
Pierre’s sexy cock, just imagining how good it was going to feel when his
ring stopped burning.
“OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING???!!!” Charles screamed in shock.
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