{"product_id":"2940015488531","title":"Three Laps To Go - Gay Male Dominance Male Submission First Time Erotica","description":"Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe explosive boom of unburned fuel as he slammed up through the gears; first, second, third, up to fifth on the straight: the nose of his car almost touching Bryan's rear wheel as they both braked hard, down to second for the turn, going through nose-to-tail on the limits of adhesion, riding that fine line where over-ambition was a dancing- partner to defeat; where one ill-timed maneuver could mean the difference between ending up in the wall instead of on the podium, as they came out of the left-hander as if they were tied together by an invisible tow-rope and roared down the back straight on Seaside Way. The sweat streamed down his face and the vibrations of the turbo- charged V8 engine at his back were part of him, melded so inexorably into the rhythm of his own body, of the heart slamming in his chest, of the adrenaline fizzing through his veins that it felt like the car was part of him, an extension of his own flesh, an extension of his own desire to win this. Careful now... wait.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWait.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBide your time. Keep the pressure up. Let the guy in front know you're there, that you're not going away and if he makes a mistake you'll capitalize on it. He felt the material of his flame-proof gloves tear at the blisters on his palms, sticking to wet, raw flesh as he gripped the steering wheel like a drowning man clinging to a life-belt. As he pressed his foot to the floor the sound of the engine shrieked and echoed against the concrete walls on either side of him like a psychotic in the throes of full mental breakdown. His muscles screamed with cramp and as he took the turn every bump over the curbing went up through his spine like an electric jolt. The tiredness in his forearms made them feel like lead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\/\/Suck me. Suck my fucking cock.\/\/\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\/\/No.\/\/\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith only two laps to go, Bryan, struggling on worn tires, slid wide going through Turn 3. The chance came and he took it. Punching the overtake button on the steering wheel, feeling the car surge underneath him as a burst of full-rich power from the engine hurtled him forward, he dived alongside the leader, was conscious of Bryan lifting off because this was a do-or-die, everything-or-nothing shot, and in his mirror he could see the nose of the black and white car fall behind and he was through. He was dimly aware of Bryan struggling to hold off the third place runner and failing but it didn't matter anymore and he started to put distance between himself and the rest of the field, leaving them all behind, and he was on the last lap now, aware of a dim roar outside his helmet, a tide of sound washing over him as the crowd of over one hundred thousand spectators rose to their feet and as he crossed the start-finish line to take the checkered flag he punched the air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe packed grandstands were a blur of exhaustion and triumphant delirium. He struggled with the belts, got them undone, and in between jabs of the throttle he raised himself out of the car, punching his fist in the air again and again as he took the victory lap and the crowds acknowledged him and gave him his due. He knew he'd just pulled off one of the greatest, against-all-the-odds wins in racing history. He knew, too, as the belts loosened their constricting, almost blood- stopping grip around his crotch, that his cock was hard, swollen with blood, straining against the seams of his race suit, making its presence felt, demanding attention. \/\/Jimmy.\/\/ Memories of a Monterey hotel room, a breeze from an open window, flesh sliding against flesh, Jimmy's mouth on him \/\/don't stop\/\/, the hardness of the Californian's cock inside him \/\/hurts\/\/, his team mate's reassurances, that voice, those hands and the prick inside him urging him towards helpless, violent orgasm. And their subsequent couplings; moments caught here and there on the road, desire sometimes coming dangerously close to indiscretion, grinning like idiots at each other at the track even while fans snapped pictures of them from a distance; Jimmy resting his chin briefly on his shoulder as they looked at telemetry printouts during an uncharacteristically quiet moment in the transporter, pressing back against his team mate and feeling Jimmy move his hips gently against him in response, feeling the Californian smile against his neck as his own breathing quickened in response even as they heard voices approaching...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe steered the car into the pit lane and towards the winner's circle, and the all-hail-the-conquering-hero joyous reception of his crew, the podium celebration and Chip's congratulations passed like a blur, a fever dream that he was too wired to make sense of amidst the euphoria of winning and the crowds were beginning to disperse, reporters scuttling off to file their reports on how the great Zanardi had done it again and how this time not even a damaged car could stop him. 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