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Previously: Magic Monza
Lando began to giggle as Pierre's fingers lightly ran across his skin, the Torro Rosso driver pulled away, "What are you laughing at?" he asked, "I'm ticklish." Lando beamed, still giggling to himself, "bad luck." Pierre grinned and went straight for Lando's sides with his fingers.
F1 World - Magical Monza
Pierre Gasly blasted out of the Parabolica for the final time and crossed the finish line to be greeted by the chequered flag. "Bravo Pierre, bravissimo!" "Oh my godddddddddddddd! Woo hoooo!" Pierre screamed. Finally, for the first time in his career he had won a Formula One grand prix. The Frenchman drove his car around the historic racetrack for the cool down lap and pulled into the pitlane.
The marshall directed Pierre's car into parc firme where he lined his car up and came to a halt behind the number 1 sign. Pierre removed his HANS device and climbed out of the cockpit, he took a brief moment to stand on the car before running into the waiting arms of his team of mechanics. Screams of jubilation echoed around the pitlane, it was Alpha Tauri's first ever victory, it was the crew's first victory in 12 years and it was France's first victory for 24 years.
Time passed like a slow-motion movie epic; faces were blurs, words were incomprehensible noises, Pierre was on another planet. Carlos and Lance joined him on the most famous podium in formula 1. Any other year there would be thousands of adoring Italians below welcoming their race winner, but not this year, the strangest of years. Yet none of that mattered because today, Pierre had put his name in the history books.
The French national anthem began to play, the Alpha Tauri driver did everything he could to fight back the tears, holding steady his quivering lip and retaining his composure with the eyes of the world on him. Pierre's eyes looked to the sky in disbelief, 12 months ago he'd lost his seat in a race winning car, now he was a race winner. His mechanics below him broke into chorus as the French anthem turned into the Italian anthem. Pierre took the moment to clear his mind and prepare himself for the interviews, [AGGGHHHHHH, I won the fucking race!"] Pierre's mind screamed.
Finally after what felt like 1000 interviews an hour later Pierre walked back along the start finish straight one more time taking it all in, INCREDIBLE. Pierre fought back the tears to no avail, silently they trickled down his cheeks as he made his way back to his motorhome. Calls of "WELL DONE PIERRE" and "CONGRATULATIONS, GAS MAN!" Followed him through the paddock until he reached his motorhome and slipped inside closing the door behind him.
A deep sigh signalled Pierre's relief, there was still the party to go to later, but for now he was free. He wandered through to his room and froze solid.
Lando lay on Pierre's bed beaming back at him as the French boy stood dumbfounded. "Congratulations dude, come here and let me give you the prize you deserve." The young Brit grinned. "Lando, what a nice surprise." Pierre stuttered, stepping towards his bed and placing down his trophy on the floor.
The Alpha Tauri driver turned back to Lando and reached up to unzip his white and navy overalls. "Uh, uh! Let me." Lando chuckled, hopping up to his knees and taking Pierre by the back of the head he firmly planted a long kiss on the French driver's lips. "Happy one year-ish anniversary." Lando grinned cheekily referring to their first hook up at the same race last season. Pierre just beamed happily back at the McLaren driver. "Have you got the energy to fuck me?" Lando continued, "I always have the energy to fuck you." Pierre chuckled as Lando slipped the Alpha Tauri driver's overalls down his sides, Pierre's arms falling limp to let them loose.
Lando' peeled open Pierre's overalls which remained connected to the Frenchman's body by the cuffs and ran his hand along the smooth fabric of Pierre's sweaty baselayer. The McLaren driver's free hand reached into the new gap which had appeared in the Frenchman's front, as Lando's hand disappeared into that gap his hand was greeted by Pierre's hard cock. His old friend throbbed with excitement as the McLaren driver rolled his hand along Pierre's shaft. "Oh yeahhhh." Pierre breathed, this day was just getting better.
The Frenchman's blue eyes focused on Lando's short brown hair whilst the youngster's fist worked his pole. Lando certainly knew his way around a cock, his soft palm gripped firmly but pleasurably, pulling the thin skin back and forth, sliding Pierre's golden foreskin over his swollen pink head. Pierre shuddered with excitement, the McLaren driver's talented fingers were working wonders. Pierre went to peel his overalls all the way down, "no, no, keep them on." Lando grinned. Pierre beamed down at the naughty Brit, "you're the boss." He replied. Lando giggled, "no, you're the boss, you little race winner, you."
Lando rolled on to his back pulling the French driver onto the mattress with him. Pierre followed the McLaren driver's guidance and ended up kneeling on the mattress with his knees either side of Lando. The Brit kept pulling Pierre forward, aiming the French driver's cock straight towards his thin lips. Pierre's swollen purple head slipped between Lando's thin lips comfortably, the McLaren driver gave a soft pleasured groan as Pierre fed him, slowly pushing his hips into Lando's face. The Brit's fingers moved down his own body and unbuttoned his shorts whilst Pierre's crotch rocked into his face. Pierre's crotch was pure sweat, an hour driving a car at over 200mph being chased by Carlos Sainz to the very end had drenched his undercarriage full of salty sweat. Lando's nostrils sucked in the Frenchman's arousing scent excitedly, each sniff made his cock pulse as he freed his shorts and pushed them down then pushed down his boxers.
Lando's cock popped free and the McLaren driver began to strum himself whilst his tongue licked Pierre's pole clean. The Frenchman took a handful of Lando's hair and closed his fist around it. The Alpha Tauri driver didn't pull, he just allowed Lando to continue slurping, servicing Pierre's hard cock with his expert tongue. The McLaren driver fondled himself whilst his neck did all the work sliding the delicious Frenchman to the depths of his throat.
Pierre closed his eyes for just a second and exhaled, he wanted to savour the moment in his mind. The moment felt like a minute of pure pleasure, through his eyelids he could see Lando's cute impish face deep in concentration as it slid down his cock. Pierre groaned, the warm feeling around his head made him pulse harder still the way Lando's tongue searched every fold of his foreskin for more pleasure, this was incredible.
Lando pulled Pierre's cock from his mouth and staring up into the Frenchman's eyes, Lando slapped Pierre's sword on his bottom lip. The Frenchman's hard cock throbbed in satisfaction, the cheeky McLaren driver was so talented, he knew just how to turn Pierre on. Lando ran the tip of his tongue down Pierre's cock and then continued kissing his way up the exposed skin of Pierre's body. Between the white and blue overalls, Lando lifted Pierre's baselayer and exposed his tanned skin which tasted sweaty and sticky. Lando climbed higher, up past the Frenchman's broad, hairy pecs and on to his neck. The Brit closed his lips around Pierre's neck and sucked, practically sucking a pleasured groan from the Frenchman. The McLaren driver pulled away and took a moment to look into Pierre's eyes with a smile. "You taste bloody awful." Lando grinned, "Sweat and champagne." he continued beaming. "I'm sorry." Pierre blushed. "Don't be." Lando interrupted, his eyes staring deep into Pierre's. "Now, keep those overalls on and fuck me." he grinned.
Pierre nodded and slipped his hands out of his overalls then reaching under the hem of his baselayer he slipped the thin fabric over his messy hair and dropped it aside. As Pierre placed his hands back into his overalls, Lando wriggled his legs, dropping his boxers and shorts to the floor whilst he pulled his own shirt over his head. The naked Brit quickly shuffled back on to Pierre's bed and lay on his back with his legs spread. Pierre moved in between Lando's legs with his bare hairy chest exposed above Lando's adoring eyes. The French driver lined up his hard cock and held his tip against Lando's tight entrance.
Lando exhaled and pushed out his ring to feel Pierre's head begin to penetrate him. "Ohhh its so fucking good." Lando squealed in inhibited joy. Pierre grinned down on the skinny bronze Brit below him, "you want it hard?" the Frenchman asked uninterested in the response. "Yeah, hard and fast champ." Lando nodded. The McLaren driver watched Pierre's expression harden with concentration and Lando braced himself. Pierre gripped Lando's ankles tightly as carefully he pulled his cock back and then allowed all of his weight to lean on the Brit's hole. Lando gave an animalistic squeal which contained pain but more nymphomania as the Alpha Tauri driver's cock sank 6.5 inches into his previously tight belly.
Lando looked up lovingly at the sexy, bronze Frenchman. The way Pierre's skin peeked through his white fireproofs, the patch of dark hairs between his manly pecs and the knowledge of what everything looked like underneath it, Lando smiled happily as the Alpha Tauri driver fucked him. Pierre flicked his fringe to the side then placing his palms flat on Lando's hamstrings the French driver began to slam every ounce of his sweaty body into the squealing bottom.
"Yeah Pierre, fuck me there." Lando groaned, his round arse cheeks taking the weight of Pierre's body as the top took his reward. Pierre's fat, raw head juddered through Lando, the friction bringing moans from the pair of them to accompany the sound of Pierre's crotch ricocheting off Lando's bum.
Every time Pierre fucked him, it felt so good to Lando. Pierre's wasn't the longest cock, but the French driver was thick and he knew the perfect angle to jab it. Not every time, but every few pumps of Pierre's waist, the top aimed his head to spear deep in, a little higher within Lando's tight tunnel. The Brit's groaning reached a higher note every time Pierre did it as the top's head pressed against Lando's prostate. To make today's sex session even better, Pierre's overalls draped over his shoulders and divided down the middle to reveal part of his sexy bronze, fuzzy chest, down to his flurry pubes and his lovely dick. Lando loved a man in uniform.
"Kiss me?!" Lando whined tugging rapidly at himself as Pierre destroyed him. The French top rocked forward on his knees pressing Lando's legs down and raising the bottom's arse up. From this angle, Lando could practically see where Pierre's split in his white and blue Alpha Tauri overalls became his thick bronze cock. The Frenchman's full, juicy lips made contact with Lando's whilst the top continued to thrust. The weight of Pierre against his body, fucking the hell out of his arse whilst sucking the flavour out of his lips practically suffocated Lando, but it was worth it and his churning balls agreed.
Lando's legs spread wider still, with the hot French top ramming his thick stick into the McLaren driver's smooth belly. Lando could feel the rush beginning to approach. Pierre's animal passion made the Frenchman even sexier and in turn he made Lando feel even sexier. The English twink pumped his cock hard, [fucking hell Pierre is so hot in the overalls] his hairy, bronze chest peeking through the gap and glistening with a thickening coat of his sweat.
Pierre had seen that face from Lando several times now. The young Brit's cheeks flushed pink, his breathing became light and shallow and he looked up at Pierre with a sweet and vulnerable innocence that betrayed the horny devil inside him. The Frenchman rammed Lando harder, his raw cock filling the twink and making him moan. "Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh fuck Pierre!"
Lando's left hand gripped tightly around the Frenchman's bicep and the McLaren driver squeezed his legs together. His moans signalled the beginning of his orgasm, his rich, creamy seed began to dribble from his wet bellend before another whack of Pierre's crotch against his arse sent the rest shooting out of him. Lando gave Pierre that helpless look he always gave when he came, the sweet innocence in the Brit's eyes made Pierre love him even more as his eyes moved down Lando's smooth chest which began to rain with cum.
Lando's smooth, bronze skin became covered with long streaks of his thick pearly cum as he pulled his hard cock, willing it to release everything he had. The twink's nuts clung tight to his body as they fired large drops of his seed up his shaft and across his stomach.
"Ugh, fuckkkk." Lando cursed as he pulled his foreskin back one more time. Each of the following two thrusts forced another squirt of cum out of the twink's purple bellend before finally, Lando was empty. The skinny Brit grunted as Pierre slammed into his tight belly twice more then removed his French sword from Lando's abused hole.
The pop of Lando's ring made the young Brit snigger as Pierre took his cock in his hand and started to beat. The Frenchman squeezed firmly around his tip and slid his fingers along his foreskin rapidly surveying the little Brit as he jerked. Lando's giggles subsided and he looked up at Pierre who had never looked sexier.
Pierre's mind drank in Lando's impish beauty, that glorious bronze tint to Lando's smooth skin. The Alpha Tauri driver could feel himself racing for the line and eyes closed as he approached his second moment of total exhilaration for the day. Pierre's balls churned in his left hand while his right jerked at his pole. The touch of Lando's smooth leg against his suddenly kicked Pierre into overdrive and his eyes shot open once more. A couple of final desperate groans hummed from the Frenchman as he studied Lando's beautiful, toned body once more.
"Mother fucker!" Pierre hissed as his hips began to shake. Lando beamed waiting patiently, watching Pierre's face and then down to the Frenchman's slit. Pierre's jizz fired hard at Lando, catching the McLaren driver's neck with two shots. Two more shots followed with another moan of French profanities, Pierre's silky jizz landing across the Brit's pecs. As his orgasm raged on Pierre threw his head back, his blonde highlighted fringe catching Lando's eyes as he felt more of the Frenchman's seed land across his abs. Pierre's hand left his balls and clutched at his own neck for support through the wonderful sensation radiating through his body. Lando watched the final squirt shoot high up into the air where Pierre had rocked back slightly and the droplets of his cum landed on Lando's smooth right thigh.
Pierre took a few more moments to process what had just happened, could this day get any better?! The sight of the cute McLaren driver covered in their cum below him answered that question emphatically. Pierre smiled at Lando for a few seconds before grabbing a towel and wiping the twink's smooth skin clean. As Pierre rubbed Lando down the McLaren driver smiled up at him, "Are you gonna forget me now you're a race winner? Spend all your time hooking up with Max and Lewis?" he giggled. Pierre smirked, "No chance." he retorted defiantly, his hand moving down to clutch Lando's smooth round bum. "I don't think I could ever give this up." he continued. Lando sat up straight and wrapped his arms around Pierre's waist, "I hope not, but I'm so happy for you." he replied, nuzzling against Pierre's hip. The Frenchman felt a flutter in his heart and a lump grew in his throat, "Thank you baby." He croaked gently stroking Lando's hair.
END
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