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F1 World -- The Enemy Within
"Looks like it's me versus you for the title this season." Lewis beamed. "Yes, it does." Max winked at the 7-time world champion after their intense battle in the Bahrani desert. A respectful fist bump between before they left for their media duties, each eyeing the other man from across the pen as he spoke. Lewis had won this round, but Max wasn't going to be held down for long, the young Dutchman was hungry for success and Lewis Hamilton was his target.
Two weeks later, the spring Italian rain couldn't stop Lewis, the Great Briton had put himself on pole. Calmly, Max prepared himself, plotting how he could get at Lewis and make the champion's day complicated. The Red Bull exploded off the line and down into the first big stop, the Dutchman had the upper hand forcing Lewis to concede the lead. As the race progressed, Max disappeared into the distance leaving Lewis in his spray. Sliding up George Russell's inside, Lewis skidded into the gravel and knocked off his front wing. The disaster was nearly complete as Lewis pulled into the pitlane a lap behind. "I'm so sorry guys." Lewis groaned over team radio; he'd let them down big time. Following a huge shunt, Lewis took his opportunity to cut his way through the field and to his surprise crossed the line in second place. Max watched on in awe as once again, the great champion proved his worth, winning second from the jaws of defeat.
After passing Max once more to win in Portugal the drivers went to Barcelona for Max to lead the race. Swinging into the pitlane, Lewis put on a fresh set of tyres and began to hunt down his rival. Sweating profusely, Max tried valiantly to preserve his tyres as Lewis stalked him malevolently. With just a handful of laps remaining, Lewis made his move on a defenceless Max who could only swear to himself in every language he could think of as the Brit beat him once more. "I'm starting to hate you." Max giggled as the drivers spoke after the race, Lewis grinned at the Dutchman giving him a playful jab as he did so. Before he went to sleep, Max just lay there looking at pictures of Lewis, Lewis when he was happy, Lewis when he was sad. Max wanted to learn everything he could about that beautiful black man, he wanted to take inspiration and learn from Lewis' success.
Lewis chased Max hard in Baku, the Dutchman's teammate Checo Perez doing his best to protect his team leader and even with the most powerful slipstream of the season, Lewis looked destined to lose points in the title race. Travelling at more than 330kph, Max's tyre failed, unraveling in spectacular fashion and throwing him into a concrete wall. "Are you ok Max?" The voice of his race engineer Gianpiero Lambiase asked nervously. "Yeah, fucking puncture." Max swore dejectedly before pulling himself clear of the wreckage. Inspecting the damage, Max punted the broken tyre in anger before jogging back to the pitlane.
The race restarted with 5 red lights fading to black. Lewis' brakes were practically on fire; they were so perfectly prepared and as he flew off the line, he claimed first position. Slamming his foot down on the brakes Lewis felt nothing, his car continuing down the escape road before coming to a stop, fuck, he'd pressed the wrong button, the wrong fucking button! And just like that, 25 points was 0 points as Checo took the chequered flag and the second victory of his F1 career.
The circus moved on to Monte Carlo, the most famous Grand Prix of them all. To everyone's surprise Max's ex, local boy Charles Leclerc put his Ferrari on pole position before crashing into the barriers. On Sunday the Ferrari team fired up Charles' car to find they were unable to fix the car and make it race worthy. As the lights went out, Max led the cars away and drove to a comfortable victory.
"Well done Max." Lewis offered generously masking the fact he was seething inside. "Thanks man, I heard you spent the whole race looking at Pierre's ass." Max giggled. "Yeah." Lewis mumbled dejectedly, "on to the next one!" Max drank in the rich sunshine of his home grand Prix, the eyes of the world on him and an increasing championship lead, he felt unstoppable.
Two weekends in Austria at Red Bull's own, Red Bull Ring only added to Max's confidence after two dominant victories and Lewis' mechanical problem.
On to Paul Ricard in Southern France where Max took pole position with yet another blistering lap. As the cars set off, however, Max made a mistake at the first corner and Lewis took the lead. The 37-year-old held Max off as the young Dutchman charged back at him. Gianpiero took the gamble and gave Max fresh tyres, there was more than 20 seconds to make up, but the fresh rubber would give Max a gigantic speed advantage, the hunt was on. The key to the race was Valtterri Bottas, could the Fin hold Max off for long enough to preserve Lewis' lead? Valtterri ran wide giving Max the advantage and then there was Lewis. The 7-time champion held his line and made himself as wide as possible. Moving into the back straight with DRS open and so much more speed, Max breezed past, taking the lead into the chicane and a few miles later took yet another victory.
"Fuck man, you were so good today!" Max beamed towards Lewis. "Ha, if only. You were better man! I wanted to stop again but you deserve the win." Lewis smiled. They shook hands once more, looking into each other's eyes. Covered in sweat they were exhausted, pushing each other to the limit. "Yeah, I didn't think it was the right call, but I guess it was." Max beamed proudly.
In the beaming sunshine of Northamptonshire, the rivalry between Lewis and Max hit new heights. After a terrific battle during Saturday's sprint Max got one over on his rival meaning the pair were lined up on the front row for Sunday's race. As the lights went out the field blasted off the line.
Driving wheel to wheel for several corners, the pair headed towards the fast right hander Copse when disaster struck. Their cars touched and the impact tipped Max's car off the track, firing it into the tyre wall at more than 150mph (240kph+). Medics rushed to the scene helping the winded Dutchman from the wreckage. "Is he ok?" Lewis asked Bono, "He's out of the car ok Lewis." Bono replied and following a 10 second penalty for the incident, Lewis set off on a charge, catching and passing Ferrari's Charles Leclerc in the final few laps of the race to take an unlikely win. Watching on from his hospital bed, Max was sore and seething, the red mist descended, and the Red Bull driver tweeted angrily about Lewis' victory and the following celebration, the battle was well and truly on!
With a little time to breathe between races Max collected his thoughts. Yes, he was upset, but with time to reflect there was nothing else to say. The two title contenders acknowledged each other with the usual respect in Budapest and off into the summer break.
When they returned, the drivers felt refreshed and ready to resume their rivalries. After a washout in Belgium, F1 returned to the Netherlands for the first time in more than 30 years. The orange sea welcomed their hero home, and the young Dutchman didn't disappoint. Although Lewis was in great form there was nothing he could do against the young charger and after 90 minutes of flat-out racing Lewis followed Max across the line in a haze of orange smoke.
For the third week in a row, the F1 circus were together, this time at the temple of speed, Monza. After a disastrous sprint race for Lewis, Max would start on pole, but a poor launch saw his former teammate Daniel Ricciardo lead the race. The race went from bad to worse for Max as the best pit crew in F1 experienced a sticky wheel nut resulting in a slow pit stop. The Dutchman pounded around the classic circuit trying to gain back some lost time, but his worst fears were realised as Lewis' black Mercedes emerged from the pitlane ahead of him. Seeing the slightest gap, Max decided it was now or never knowing the Mercedes was too fast to catch and sliding around the outside he tried to take Lewis on the inside of the second part of the chicane. / Lewis turned left to see Max's navy blue, Red Bull bouncing off the curb and over the rear part of his car. As both cars slid into the gravel trap, Max's car landed on top of Lewis' helmet before sliding off and beaching his car. Lewis put the car in reverse and hit the gas, "Switch the engine off Lewis." Bono grumbled as Max walked away from the scene of the crash. The media went crazy stirring the war of words between the rivals, but as they arrived in Sochi for round 15 both were focused on nothing but racing.
Following multiple grid penalties, Max started last in Sochi and as the clouds above looked angry, he cut his way through the field. Loveable Lando led the race but as the heavens opened Lewis closed in on the McLaren driver. "Box Lewis, box box." "No." "Box box Lewis." Bono demanded. Lewis pulled into the pitlane and changed onto intermediate tyres then rejoined the circuit. Doubting the team's call, the Mercedes driver headed for the finish. A lap later, turning right Lewis looked left to see Lando's papaya McLaren sliding uncontrollably. Lewis rounded the final corner and smiled, "That's it mate, 100 race wins!!!!" Bono cheered across the radio.
"100 wins eh, congratulations." Max smiled. "Thank you, Max." Lewis replied happily. "Does this mean you're going to retire now?" Max beamed. "You fucking wish." Lewis grinned. "Nah, I need to measure myself up against you in more ways than one." Max winked, a deliberate flirty tone to his reply.
Arriving in Texas, Max had re-established his lead after a Turkey and the pair drove each other to the limit once more. On fresh tyres, Lewis attempted to recreate Barcelona and charged back at the Dutchman. The image of Lewis' Mercedes growing larger in his mirrors didn't scare Max and although the Circuit of the Americas was a place Lewis had won more times than any other driver, Max held his nerve to lead the champion home. Suddenly, with just a handful of races left to go, Max could see the championship in his sights.
The Brazilian summer welcomed the title rivals for round 19 of the championship. Mercedes played their final hand giving Lewis extra engine parts to mount a final challenge to Max's lead. Scoring pole in qualifying, Lewis had the upper hand. As the cars sat in parc firme, Max ran his hand along the rear wing of the Mercedes. The stewards handed Max a hefty fine for interfering with another car, however his penalty was outdone by the penalty handed to Lewis who was disqualified from qualifying as the gap in his rear wing was too large. Lewis started the sprint in 20th and quickly cut through the field with a series of incredible overtakes and as the chequered flag dropped astonishingly Lewis was 5th.
For Sunday's race Lewis was given another 5-place penalty for the extra engine parts he had been given by his team and started in 10th. Again, Lewis made quick work of his rivals and after being waved through by his teammate then passing Sergio Perez, Lewis v Max was back on. Unlike their duel in America, Max was unable to withstand the pressure of the Great Briton. After Max had forced the pair of them wide, a charging Lewis blasted his way past the Red Bull driver and on to the victory.
For the first race in Saudi Arabia Max looked set to take pole position until a mistake exiting the final corner broke his wheel. In a red flag disrupted race, the two racers powered away from the field once more. Lewis had caught the Red Bull's slipstream and entering turn 1, the Mercedes was ahead but a determined Max kept the fight alive and remained in the lead. "Ok Max, let's give the place back strategically." Gianpiero instructed. The Dutchman slowed, looking to allow Lewis to pass him heading into the final corner. Reacting to the slowing Red Bull, Lewis found himself befuddled by the slow-moving car. The Brit looked right, then tried to shift left as Max's Red Bull hit the brakes. "What the ****, he's just brake tested me." Lewis complained over the radio as a confused Max went streaking away once more. Finally, the engineers agreed, and the two cars swapped places before Lewis disappeared off to win the race.
During the podium ceremony, Max walked away angry with the stewards' decision to penalise him. Once the pair had completed their interviews and headed back towards their garages Lewis caught up with Max and dragged him into a quiet hallway. "What the fuck were you doing man?!" Lewis hissed, holding Max by the scruff of his coveralls. "Get the fuck off me man." Max glared at Lewis, "You drove straight into the back of me." "You brake tested me!" Lewis snapped. "I would never brake test you." Max spat angrily, "I was letting you past and you wouldn't go by." "You were only doing that for DRS!" Lewis replied. "It doesn't matter if I was, you still could've gone past and you didn't." Max retorted. The pair glared into each other's eyes reading each other as they did so. The tension between them was the highest it had ever been but the hate that filled them both at the surface did nothing to change the way they felt about each other deep down. Watching the sweat running down each other's faces, both had the same thought in the back of their minds, who would win, in a week they would know.
The final race was at Lewis' mercy, the Mercedes driver had driven his race perfectly managing an attack from Max and some strong defending from Max's teammate Sergio. Max and the orange army had all but given up hope when suddenly the boards began to flash yellow with the letters "SC" to signal the safety car was out. "Box box." Gianpiero instructed Max. The Dutchman pulled into his pit box and his team gave him a set of soft tyres, rejoining the race behind the safety car and with the laps ticking away Red Bull's gamble was set to be for nothing until the race director Michael Masi made the biggest call of the year. Letting the lapped cars between Lewis and Max past, the two title rivals were now nose to tail with Lewis on old hard tyres and Max on fresh soft ones.
The safety car pulled in and the championship would come down to a final lap shootout. Lewis tried as best he could to throw Max off his game. The 7-time champion knew the odds were stacked against him as the pair headed for the hairpin. Lewis moved to take a wide line in order to maximise the exit and defend his lead down the back straight. Max saw Lewis move wide and lunged for the inside, his sticky red tyres gave him so much more grip and as Lewis turned in, he found the navy Red Bull inside him. Max's tyres propelled him out of the corner just as quickly as he entered it while Lewis had to use Max's slipstream. The Mercedes driver attacked down the straight, but he knew the game was up, unable to pass Max down the straight Lewis also needed to brake early in order to stop the car on his old tyres.
With less than 2 seconds between them, Max crossed the line as the Formula 1 World Champion of 2021. Screaming over the radio, the young Dutchman couldn't believe it, his dream had come true!!! Lewis felt cheated as he returned back to the pitlane and parc firme. Composing himself for the interviews the 7-time world champion put on a brave face. Helping Lewis was the memory of his own championship win in 2008, the feeling of the world at your feet. Thinking about Max and everything they had been through during the season, a happy smile warmed his insides, Lewis found it in himself to be happy for Max.
Stood up on the podium, listening to the Dutch and Austrian national anthems Max felt overwhelmed. The music was replaced with the roar of the crowd as the champagne sprayed. Max's former teammate Carlos Sainz drenched the Dutchman and Christian but the sight of Lewis' smile as the British driver soaked him in champagne really stole Max's heart. Max had no idea how hard it must be for Lewis but the fact he had joined to celebrate Max's moment felt even more special. _
The following evening, after interviews and more interviews, Max finally had a little time to himself in a posh Abu Dhabi hotel room. "Are you still here?" Max sent to Lewis. "Yeah, still going through some things with the team then I'm off to America. How are your celebrations going?" Lewis replied. "It's all been so crazy, but I'd like to see you again before you go." Max felt his heart rate increase as he sent the last message, would Lewis be in the mood to see him while yesterday was still so raw in the memory? There was no reply as Max waited patiently for Lewis to answer.
A knock at the door made Max jump, his heart rate pounding through the roof. The World Champion opened the door and glanced out into the hallway. "Yo." Lewis smirked. Max threw the door wide open and made space for Lewis to enter. The Mercedes driver stepped into Max's room and spun around to watch the Dutchman close the door. Max clicked the door shut and turned to look back at Lewis where words failed him. "How are you feeling champ?" Lewis started. "Yeah, insane man. It doesn't feel real still, how do you do this?!" Max smiled nervously. "Errr, you go a bit crazy and get cocky for sure." Lewis replied, "You don't think I'm cocky enough?" Max giggled. "I'm saying nothing." Lewis winked, turning Max's smirk into a broad grin. The two superstars looked at each other in a brief moment in silence reliving the entire season in 60 seconds.
"Can we hug it out?" Max asked Lewis, desperate for a moment to hold his great rival, his great inspiration. "Course." Lewis replied, keeping his tone calm and measured. Max approached Lewis, pulling the Englishman into a tight hug under his arms which Lewis reciprocated by hugging the upper part of Max's back. In motor racing a second is a long time, and the handful of seconds they remained connected at the chest felt like a lifetime. The bond created between them from the very first race of the season in Bahrain had now become a cyclone of passion, engulfing the racers in a whirlwind of emotion. They could feel each other's hearts as their chests pounded aggressively. Lewis' pulled his head off Max's shoulder and Max pulled his head off Lewis'. The Englishman's brown eyes connected with the Dutchman's blue eyes, there were no words, just that basic instinct.
It all happened in slow motion, their faces were so close together they could count every spot and mole and each other's face. They could feel the warmth of each other's breath as they drew nearer and tilting their heads, their lips connected. The rivals were tentative with their movements, Max leading while Lewis allowed the Dutchman to guide his lips. Max inhaled the Brit's expensive aftershave and felt his cock grow inside his boxers. Max reached up with his hands to hold Lewis' face steady while the Mercedes driver ran his hands along the 24-year-old's back and pulled him closer still. Lewis' suggestive grasp of the Red Bull driver's back encouraged Max to move up a notch himself and poking his tongue at Lewis' full lips, the Dutchman gained entry to the 36-year-old's mouth. While their tongues began to swirl together, Max reached for his cuff, pulled his left arm out of the sleeve then did the same to his right. Max broke their kiss to slip his shirt over his head, Lewis joined him taking the opportunity to slip his t-shirt off.
The racers took the opportunity to inspect their rival's contrasting body, Max with his pale untouched skin while Lewis' dark skin had a full covering of artistic tattoos. The pair of superstars had their amazing physiques in common, their bodies toned and muscular giving them the strength to throw their cars around the world's finest race circuits at more the 200mph.
Max leaned back in towards Lewis, connecting at the lips and kissing hard while his fingers located Lewis' waistband. The Dutchman edged Lewis' trousers and boxers down in one movement, releasing the 36-year-old's uncut 7.5-inch cock which hung at a downward angle. While Max took a moment to appreciate Lewis' beautiful cock, the Brit unbuttoned the 24-year-old's jeans and slipped them down along with his boxers. Max's rock hard, uncut 8 inches sprang free pointing straight towards the 7-time champion. Both men drank in the sight of their stunning rival, fully naked and appreciated what they saw. As Lewis' eyes wandered down Max's toned abs, down to the Dutchman's neat brown bush and along the hard white log, the Brit felt his own cock stiffen.
Max took Lewis by the hand and led the pair over to the bed with his unique confidence. Lewis followed the 24-year-old with a smile, and they sat facing each other. Taking Lewis' face in his hands, Max pulled the Brit in for another kiss, a longer more passionate kiss this time sucking hard on the Mercedes driver's lips while pushing his tongue into Lewis' throat. Lewis granted Max's tongue entry while reaching across to take the Dutchman's cock in his hand. Max's 8-inch rod reacted instantly, hardened to its maximum thickness as Lewis' hand ran along his shaft. Finding Lewis' rock-hard boner, Max returned the favour stroking the Brit's thick meat.
In unison, Lewis and Max ran their fists along their rival's shaft while their lips danced a romantic tango. The intensity of 9 months fighting wheel to wheel on the track unleashed itself as a passionate embrace, sucking hard at each other's tongues while they tugged hard at each other's poles.
Feeling confident, Max took control rolling his weight over into Lewis' chest. The Brit allowed Max's smooth, pale, chest to push him down and press him against the mattress. Without breaking his rhythm, the excited young Dutchman moved above Lewis, jerking the 36-year-old's throbbing black cock as he did so. Lewis was just as skilled as Max, tugging the Red Bull driver's hard cock with a similar consistency.
Max made the next move breaking away from Lewis' addictive lips, "I'm gonna suck your sexy dick. Do you wanna 69?" Max asked with his usual, matter-of-fact tone. "Yes please." Lewis beamed, his eyes instantly locking onto the Dutchman's 8-inch shaft and licking his lips. Max rocked forward for one more kiss then rotated his body 180 degrees. The 24-year-old took a moment to appreciate Lewis' member, the darkness of the skin, the thickness of his meat and the deep green coloured veins leading down. Lewis took a similar moment to study Max's pale beauty, its long hardness, similarly thick with blue veins running along it and a light pink head swollen to anticipation of Lewis' touch.
The two drivers had been within milliseconds of each other for the entire season and placing their rival's heads into their mouths followed in a similar fashion. Max sucked on Lewis' thick brown head and felt the happiness inside him begin to grow. The 36-year-old's swollen head throbbed hard in response to Max's lips sliding across the sensitive skin while Max's head slipped between Lewis' own lips. Motorsport's most exhilarating 69 built speed and rhythm quickly, both drivers keen to pleasure their partner.
Max had the advantageous position of being above Lewis and driving down into the 36-year-old's crotch. Burying Lewis' cock into the depths of his throat, Max slathered the Mercedes driver's pole with his saliva. The 24-year-old used his powerful neck muscles to slide his lips the length of Lewis' delicious cock, making sure that his lips pulled all the way to Lewis' tip before sliding down into his neat, dark pubes.
Simultaneously, lips closed around their heads and sucking in their partners' flavours, Lewis and Max began to pleasure each other. Max craned down, using his powerful neck muscles to propel his lips along Lewis' beautiful black shaft. The Mercedes driver used his own tattooed neck to swallow Max's thick, white meat.
Lewis probably had the best view in the world. While his lips expertly travelled along Max's veiny cock, sliding down to the back of his throat, the 36-year-old studied Max's crotch and abs, ready for them to assault his firm arse. Lewis' brown eyes drank into the pale skin, appreciating the bright smoothness of Max's milky tones until his eyes reached the Dutchman's pubes. Max's crotch was covered in a neat covering of straight, brown hairs and protruding out of them, the 24-year-old's thick rod stood out for Lewis to suck. The Mercedes driver's hands took hold of Max's legs, holding the Red Bull driver with his palms on Max's thighs and his fingers on the Dutchman's hamstrings. To help Lewis suck the white boy's thick white cock, he pulled Max down into his face while he moved in the opposite direction, deepthroating the young Dutch beauty.
Max felt his vantage point wasn't that bad either. The Red Bull driver's piercing blue eyes scanned Lewis' thick black thighs, mindlessly trying to work out the meaning of Lewis' tattoos while his tongue applied pressure to the entire length of Lewis' dark cock. Max smiled to himself as his nose dipped into the Mercedes driver's trimmed pubes. The Dutchman inhaled Lewis' scent as he sucked the 36-year-old's hard pole. Similar to Memphis, there was a smell to the black man, a smell that was different to Charles & Pierre's smell. Taking long hard draughts of Lewis' body odour, Max appreciated the uniqueness of each ethnicity. It galvanised him to suck Lewis harder still, bringing them both intense pleasure.
As if an entire season of competing wasn't enough, now the two superstars were competing to give each other the best blowjob. Both men were so engrossed in the cock filling their throats, sliding the throbbing meat against the inside of their cheeks with long hard drags. The longer they sucked the louder they became as their initial tentativeness dissolved into raw animal lust.
Lewis' neck worked hard to slide his thick lips along Max's rock-hard cock. The Mercedes driver's hands took hold of Max's arse, massaging the Dutchman's big, doughy, white globes. The Red Bull driver's warm body felt incredible creating more passion inside the 7-time champion. He couldn't wait until Max had his naked body over him, filling him with that solid Dutch cock.
Max groaned through his nose, pleasured by the feeling of Lewis' nose glancing his balls with every blow. The Red Bull driver responded by doubling the speed of his neck, drinking the flavour of Lewis' tasty black cock. It was the Brit's turn to groan as his balls began to churn, squeezing a pearl of his precum onto Max's waiting tongue.
Sliding off the top of Lewis' cock, Max took a long deep breath, then curving his neck around and spreading Lewis' legs a little wider, Max swiped his tongue along the Brit's crack. The Dutchman shuddered at the sensational flavour of Lewis' beautiful body. Closing his lips around the Brit's ring, Max sucked and sucked hard, ingesting as much flavour as he could, sliding his tongue backwards along that beautiful black crack.
While Max's tongue began to work its way along his hole, Lewis remained focused on pleasuring the Dutchman's sword. The 24-year-old tasted incredible, beads of clear ear sweet precum glazed Lewis' tongue as he pushed his throat as far along Max's 8 inches as he could from his angle. Lewis used all of his strength to propel himself along Max's cock, making sure that at every opportunity his thick pink lips pressed against the Dutchman's neat, pale crotch.
The pleasure that Lewis' blowjob was giving him, encouraged Max to press himself nice and deep inside that beautiful black hole. Pressing his smooth cheeks tight against Lewis' juicy, round ones, the Red Bull driver pushed his tongue as long and straight as he could then curling up, he swished around inside to suck up yet more of Lewis' moreish flavour. Both men felt their cocks swell simultaneously, the prospect of being fully united excited the pair of them, the opportunity to create the ultimate bond.
Max's cock was beginning to get impatient, the Dutch boy's 8-inch shaft throbbed angrily between Lewis' lips desperate to get itself into an even warmer tighter hole. The Red Bull driver's fingers squeezed tight to Lewis' smooth skin, holding apart his firm arse cheeks in order to give his tongue as much access to the Brit's hole as he could. Max also offered several sound effects as he ate at Lewis's ring, the feeling of his amazing flesh against Max's tongue made Lewis even more irresistible.
Lewis had closed his eyes, immersing himself with the feeling of Max's tongue wriggling around between his tight walls. Lewis guessed Max had done this many times before, the Dutchman was direct and accurate using his tongue to probe the best corners of Lewis' tunnel preparing him for the damage his cock was about to do. The Englishman's legs wriggled with excitement, feeling Max's tongue sliding around, irrigating his entrance. Max's rim job was starting to get so good that Lewis couldn't even concentrate on the blowjob he had been giving.
"Fuck dude that's so good, I can't wait till you put that dick in me and fuck me good." Lewis breathed. "Oh yeah?" Max smiled leaving Lewis' ring while stroking his hard cock. These words were all the Dutchman needed to move onto the next stage and moving into position he placed his pale body over Lewis' dark torso so that they were now face-to-face. Max's blue eyes looked straight into Lewis' brown eyes and the Dutchman lowered his face once more. Placing his lips against the Mercedes driver, he fed Lewis a taste of his delicious black hole.
While their lips began to gyrate, Max's fingers wandered around Lewis' arse, finding his target Max took hold of his cock with his other hand and placed it against Lewis' ring. Lewis could feel Max's presence at his entrance and instinctively relaxed. The Red Bull driver increased the pressure of his lips against Lewis' face while applying pressure to the 36-year-old's tight hole. Within a matter of seconds Lewis's ring buckled under the pressure of Max's head and began to penetrate causing them to groan in unison.
Lewis reached between their bodies to take hold of his solid boner and stroke his meat while Max cock began to cut its way into him. The Dutchman's warhead felt painful but insanely good as it slowly opened up Lewis' insides. The 36-year-old was clearly a complete professional, forcing his body to adjust to the discomfort quickly and with minimal protest. Max persisted, paying heed to any signs of discomfort from the bottom but with none forthcoming allowing the Red Bull driver to advance, closing in on Lewis' arse cheeks millimetre by millimetre. "Oh man." Lewis murmured with more than half of Max's bare cock buried inside his belly with more to come. The sensitive lover inside Max truly started to shine through as he lowered his face, placing his lips against Lewis' offering him a tender kiss through the pain. Max had bottomed plenty of times in the past and knew that with minimal effort against the Mercedes driver's lips he would make the experience feel even better if not perfect.
If you had asked Lewis to describe right there and then how good it felt, the 7-time world champion would have agreed that Max's cock felt like total perfection. The bottom tugged at himself consistently, using each tug to slide his foreskin back and expose his sensitive head to the attention of his tight fist. There was no sign of the aggression that had made their season so controversial; it was just the two of them now, no media, no teams and things were smooth and serene.
Pressing forward with his feet, Max neared Lewis with each thrust making two bodies become one beautiful being. Lewis was first to feel the change in texture as Max's prickly pubes first glanced up against, then pressed against him and finally crushed into Lewis' firm arse. "Are you ok baby?" Max asked sweetly, pulling away from Lewis' lips to look into his adversary's brown eyes. "Yeah, yeah." Lewis nodded in a relaxed whisper drawing a cute smile from the top.
Placing Lewis' feet up on each of his shoulders, Max nicely exposed the bottom's round arse. Keeping his head still, the Dutchman allowed his bottom half to do all of the work. Lewis maintained the grip of his boner in his right hand and with his left hand the 36-year-old took hold of Max's smooth abs. The feeling under the Mercedes driver's fingertips made him throb harder still, Max's abs may have looked understated but now they were as close as two human beings could be, the 24-year-old's muscles felt twice as powerful. Max could read the look on Lewis' eyes as he pressed himself pubes deep into the stunning bottom.
Now was a time they could enjoy together and with complete control, Max guided his crotch back and forth sliding his hard cock into Lewis. The bottom celebrated every time Max rocked forward by exhaling a light breath of happiness while closing his eyes to fully immerse himself in the feeling of the Dutchman's raw cock. Lewis found himself rewarded with the most spectacular sensation as Max's thick meat travelled steadily along his chute stimulating every inch of the 36-year old's sensitive hole. The Mercedes driver placed a hand on Max's bicep just to feel it tense as the top thrusted. The murmurs of enjoyment continued to rumble with a tender softness of someone who was in a very happy place.
Max had found a similar bliss in the current situation. While the tension between them rose on track, the realisation they were the same beast comforted them and now with he and Lewis connected intimately, Max felt happier than ever. The black icon's tight hole surrounding his cock was one of the most pleasurable things he'd ever enjoyed and like Lewis, Max wanted this to last.
Watching his pale cock glide between the brown lips of Lewis' ring, Max felt the raw ecstasy of their union. The darkness of Lewis against the lightness of him was in Max's opinion beautiful in itself. The Red Bull driver's long cock disappeared inch by inch, the blue veins thick with blood sliding in Lewis' tight tunnel. Max couldn't decide what was hotter, his cock sliding into the cavern or Lewis' tight ring clinching to his hard cock as it withdrew. Holding Lewis' calves in his hands as he pumped, he watched his cock sliding within Lewis' ring, mesmerised for several minutes before returning the 36-year-old's legs to his shoulders.
Max's return to close proximity made Lewis reopen his eyes to look upon his top. A pair of crystal blue eyes beamed back at Lewis while within his arse, the Mercedes driver could feel Max's bare cock sliding back and forth, gently bringing them both warm satisfaction. The Red driver stretched even further forward and pushing Lewis' legs back, Max edged closer until their lips were just an inch apart. Inhaling Lewis' shallow breaths, Max enjoyed the smell from his partner. Everything about this moment was just perfection, a time to treasure forever. Shagging his closest enemy felt like the best thing he could do in the world.
Lewis' dark eyes drew Max in along with his impressive pale body. Their lips connected again as Max rocked back and forth, feeding his long cock into the bottom's tight black hole. The strokes remained long and slow, focused solely on maximising the pleasure of friction to tighten their incredible bond. The saliva strung between their lips as Max pulled back an inch to look at the sexy bottom's handsome face once more.
"Harder." Lewis murmured. The painful phase had ended a long time ago, and the connection building was also complete, this was now their time to enjoy every bit of each other the only way they knew how, hard and fast. Max trusted Lewis' judgement and gradually the top began to increase his momentum. The slight sound of sweaty pale skin smacking sweaty dark skin began to ring around the room, beginning as a light tingle but growing louder with every shot.
"Yeah, that's it." Lewis breathed, feeling the change as Max moved up through the gears. Lewis could feel his adversary's perfect, long cock continue to slide the full length available but with increasing speed. The friction remained but now that they were both used to the feeling, speed was now their best friend. The Dutchman's cock pulled out to the head then piled back into Lewis' tight black hole so hard that the smacks were beginning to sound like punches. The young top already had a fair coat of sweat but now he was in top gear, Max's pale features had flushed pink.
Max allowed his knees to slide further apart exposing more of Lewis' hole to every millimetre possible of his horny young cock. Lewis felt the difference too as the hammering top managed to reach a part of Lewis insides he hadn't touched before. Lewis threw an arm around the back of Max's neck while his other hand tugged hard at his cock. The connection between them was intense, the heat rising as they fucked for the finish line.
The lasting image in Max's mind was the sight of his bare white cock sliding into Lewis' tight black arsehole. Tensing his biceps, Max increased his dominance over the Mercedes driver, tilting Lewis' juicy arse up so that he could drill his long white cock into the sexy bottom. "Oh God yeah." Lewis breathed. "You like that Dutch D?" Max whispered back as he thudded his cock deep into Lewis' insides. "I love your Dutch D." Lewis groaned, rolling his eyes in rhythm with Max's bare cock pressing deep into him.
Every firm stroke of Max's hard pole took Lewis closer to the brink, filling him with the joy of his sexy young rival's animal passion. Taking another long scan of Max's facial features, Lewis studied his rival's sexual magnetism, a feeling amplified by another rough blast of that perfect 8-inch cock. The tension of 9 months slammed into Lewis through 8 inches of prime Dutch meat, squeezing his eyes tight and releasing a long loud groan, Lewis pulled back his foreskin and allowed his balls to explode.
Max threw his weight forward, jamming his cock deep into Lewis' belly repeatedly as the Englishman's shaft thickened, showering his body in cum. "God yes!" Lewis groaned as his nuts erupted, blasting pearly white cum across his chocolatey abs. The Mercedes driver's raw hole squeezed tight, massaging Max's raging cock with every re-entry, sucking the Dutchman in for another shot. Max thundered down into Lewis' belly causing another squirt from the bottom, firing cum as far up as the chains around the 36-year-old's neck.
Another jolt of Max's thick white shaft sent more cum spraying from Lewis' swollen head. The 36-year-old grumbled about how good it all felt as another rope squirted across his sticky abs. The pulses were weakening but Max's thrusts kept coming. The young Dutchman pumped his cock into Lewis' warm belly, allowing the stunning bottom to bring him to the brink. Lewis groaned again as the last of his load fell onto his crotch and following a few more strokes of his wand, the 36-year-old dropped his cock against his cummy body.
Pulling his 8-inch cock free of Lewis' abused hole, Max began to beat his shaft furiously. The Dutchman's purple head stared angrily at Lewis as he pumped, pulling his foreskin back and causing his entire body to shudder. "Oh, fucking hell yeah. Full send, full send." Max groaned under the duress of his exploding balls. The Red Bull driver's purple head thickened as the slit flashed white and a rope of cum hurtled up Lewis' waiting body.
Max's eyes were all over the place, scanning Lewis' body and face frantically in a bid to heighten his orgasm. The sight of the black beauty encouraged Max to shoot as long and hard as he possibly could, sending multiple loads of his creamy seed across Lewis' sweaty abs. The top jabbed his hips forward, fucking the air in front of him, sending shots of his cum looping up as they scattered over the 36-year-old. Another groan accompanied another squirt of his pearly cream, joining the rest of their milk combining on Lewis' muscular torso.
The first 5 shots had been overwhelming and powerful but as he progressed past the halfway point, Max felt himself regaining control of the situation. Increasingly feeble squirts of fresh, Dutch jizz splattered over Lewis' broad brown pecs, then his tight abs then onto the bottom's sweaty crotch. Staring deep into Lewis' eyes, Max stroked the remainder of his barrel out over the 36-year-old.
"Shit, that's the hottest thing I've ever done." Max panted, looking down at Lewis. After the most epic season of their lives, the racing legends finished in the only way sports should in a hot sweaty mess with one on top! "Yeah, that was insane dude." Lewis smiled looking up at his rival. "Do we need to kiss again?" Max asked cheekily. "Haha, whatever you want man." the 36-year-old replied. The pair shared a smile and Max lowered himself to lie alongside his rival. The Dutchman's eyes scanned Lewis' muscular, chocolatey frame covered in their white sauce. The Mercedes driver's torso muscles were mostly covered in their cream and the rest of his body was cloaked in a nice sheen of sweat.
"Are you going to shower, or will you sleep like this?" Max asked abruptly. "I'll chill like this for a bit longer and then go for a wash." Lewis replied warmly. "Cool, you look really hot like that yunno." Max offered sweetly. "Cheers man, your look pretty awesome yourself, you've been lifting?" Lewis beamed, rolling his eyes across Max's biceps. "Yeah, like crazy. It's the only way I could beat you." Max smiled, closing a hand around Lewis' bicep and giving it a squeeze to make clear he was trying to match the 7-time world champion.
"God, I hate you so much." Lewis sighed, looking Max's naked body up and down. "I'm glad." Max grinned. "You're like me all those years ago, I'm jealous, I'd just love to do it all over again." Lewis continued. "Sorry old man, but I can't let you do that, it's Max's time now." the Dutchman laughed. "Don't I know it. God, I wish we could get Adrian over on our side, you know I've never driven one of his cars?!" Lewis waffled. "Yes, but you had a rocket on the back of your car for 5 years and shitty Nico as your teammate back then too." Max winked. "Hey, Nico was alright when he wasn't being a bitch." "Like when...?" Max smirked. "When he was at Williams." Lewis sniggered, turning his head into Max's pec as they laughed together. Resting peacefully, the pair relaxed in each other's company dreaming of how they could continue their great rivalry. Could the next season be as epic as this one?
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