Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2022 13:00:00 +0000
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: L'Accademia

Hey readers, the first thing to say is, since the last post I've reached
70,000 hits. Thank you for all the reads, I hope you're loving the content!

Secondly, in these dark times I wanted to say, I started writing this story
over a year ago and only completed it recently. The story includes Russian
racing driver Robert Shwartzman, someone who has spoken out against the
war. I love Russians and support those who have used their platform to
condemn their government's actions.

No more war!

<3 for Ukraine.

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

Stay healthy and practice safe sex!

Happy reading.

Previously: Austrian GP

Charles squeezed Max's hips as they continued to kiss, the Dutch boy's slim
waist in his hands he encouraged Max to grind back and forth. This boy is
so hot, I can't believe we are doing this, I need to see more, Max's heart
was hammering with excitement.

F1 World - L'Accademia

"I don't understand you sometimes Max." Charles huffed. "Because you don't
listen to me Charles." Max growled forcefully through his teeth. The Red
Bull driver gripped Charles' forearm firmly as he spoke. "Get off me Max,
you're creating a scene." Charles hissed. "Fuck them." "No, fuck you
Max. You can't tell me who I can and can't see, you don't own me." "I don't
trust you either, tell me why you sent those messages to Pierre. 'I wish
we'd know sooner.' sooner so you wouldn't have to be with me?" Max spat. "I
can't talk to you when you're like this." Charles croaked; a tear rolled
down the Monegasque's cheek whilst Max's menacing eyes bore holes into his.

Max was heartbroken inside; the most satisfying 18 months of his entire
life could be coming to an end. He couldn't let that happen; he wouldn't
let that happen. "Let's go outside?" Max asked in a forced tone of
relaxation. "Max, you don't get it." Charles huffed, "I'm not angry with
you, I'm devastated because you don't trust me." Charles groaned. "I do
trust you, it's just..." "Just nothing baby. If you really trusted me then
I could say what I said and we wouldn't be arguing." Charles cut in. Tears
started to form in the corner of Max's eyes, "So what are you saying?" Max
replied, the fear in his voice was now noticeable. "I think we need to be
apart." Charles sighed

Charles couldn't believe the words were coming from his mouth, his entire
world had just fallen apart. Max placed a hand over his mouth whilst his
face turned as white as a sheet, his stomach had begun to process
everything he had just consumed in reverse and there was no way to stop
what was about to happen next. The Red Bull driver hurried to the nearest
toilet, careful not to bump into or make eye contact with anyone on the
way. Charles stood trembling, desperate for the ground to swallow him whole
and take away the pain.

Pierre watched from afar, he could tell something was wrong, Charles and
Max were always so comfortable and relaxed together. But ever since Charles
sent him that message, that message about them fooling around as kids
things hadn't been the same. Things were the same between Pierre and
Charles sure, they loved each other as much as best mates ever could, sex
hadn't changed that. But Max and Charles seemed to be a bit shorter with
each other and Pierre couldn't remember the last time Max smiled at him.

The Alpha Tauri driver had an awful sinking feeling as Max disappeared and
Charles stood shaking. [They've split up, they've split up] Pierre
convinced himself in utter disbelief, he was about to excuse himself from
the conversation to console Charles [they've split up because of you.]
Pierre stopped dead in his tracks mulling over the situation in front of
him, Charles hadn't looked around for support, he looked dead ahead, then
down at his shoes before turning slowly and walking out of the bar.

}

Robert Schwartzmann sat dejected, he had driven so hard all season and all
for nothing. The F2 championship had gone to his rival Mick Schumacher and
with it, his dreams of a drive in F1 for the following season. The young
Russian put on his brave face and dragged his heels down to the F1 party.

"Get your chin up and don't show any fucking weakness!" Danill
barked. Robert nodded timidly, if anyone knew how to deal with the bullshit
of motor racing it was Danill Kvyat. Promoted as a teenager, then promoted
again into a race winning team, demoted, sacked, rehired and then sacked
again. "It's fucking shit!" Danill exclaimed unconvincingly as he took a
long draught of beer. [Get me out of here] Robert cried inside.

}

It had been a month since Max and Charles' fight and things were as frosty
as ever. Charles entered the after-race party in Bahrain and scanned around
to spot Max or the Red Bull guys first. Veering clear of any Red Bull
personnel he could spot he approached the bar to get himself a beer. He
returned into the crowd and spotted Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris and Daniel
Ricciardo stood in a huddle, [thank fuck.] "What's up boys?" "Charles!"
Carlos was first to react to the Monegasque's arrival, the Spaniard beaming
at his new teammate. "Oooh, look at the bromance Lando, Carlos has
forgotten you already." The fun Aussie teased. "It's ok, I'm looking
forward to partnering with a real man." Lando winked.

The Ferrari driver glanced over towards the bar; the coast was clear. "Does
anyone need a drink?" "All good here bro." Carlos replied for the three of
them. Charles hurried to the bar to order a beer which the barman promptly
slid towards him. "Thank you very much." Charles nodded before swinging
round to scan for Max again. "Hey Charles." The boyishly cute face of
Robert Shwartzman shone back at him, Charles nearly leapt out of his
skin. "Oh, hey Robert. Sorry I thought you were someone else." Charles
apologised, regaining his composure. "You thought I was Max coming to beat
you up?" Robert grinned. "Err yeah, how did you know about us?" Charles
replied with a stunned look on his face. "Because he blamed you for the
crash today." Robert sniggered. "Ohhh that." Charles sighed with
relief. "That's racing." Charles sniggered, patting Robert on the shoulder,
the Russian driver smiled back at him politely.

"Congratulations on another year with Prema by the way." Charles beamed,
raising his bottle. "Thank you." Robert blushed, surprised that Charles
would have any interest in his career. "Why do you look so surprised?"
Charles chuckled. Robert's face flushed a deeper red of embarrassment,
"Well everyone is so focused on Mick, I'm just surprised you noticed me."
He mumbled. Charles frowned, "Two things; 1, you're a racing driver so you
can never live in someone else's shadow. Your team needs someone to command
them and their car. 2, everyone notices the nice, quiet guy, there's just
less to say about them when compared to the big box office guy." Charles
finished emphatically. Robert dropped his head timidly, "I guess you're
right." He replied. "So, start being bolder right now." Charles growled,
taking him by the shoulder and shaking him vigorously.

Charles had become aware of his ex's presence in the room as his usual team
of drinking buddies entered the party. "Hey, how about we continue this
conversation back in my room?" Charles snapped at the young
Russian. "Yeah. Cool." Robert nodded; unsure he'd even heard the question
right. "Cool, meet you outside." Charles snapped again, hastily throwing
back the rest of his beer whilst skirting around a large group of people to
slip out of the exit.

}

"Right, let's go." Charles beamed at Robert who was stood waiting for him
at the front. "How did you end up behind me?" Robert chuckled looking
confused. "I was avoiding someone I don't really want to talk to at the
moment, sorry." Charles explained as he continued past Robert for the young
Russian to follow. "Ahh ok." Robert replied just as confused as before. The
walk to the motorhomes was short and Charles smiled as he guided Robert
inside. The Russian's awestruck expression was so endearing, Charles
recognised it immediately. The Monegasque remembered his first steps inside
a Ferrari motorhome as if they were yesterday.

Charles grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and popped them open,
handing one to Robert. "Hey sit down there and make yourself comfortable
Charles smiled reassuringly. Robert's innocent face flushed red with
shyness as he took the beer. "Merci." "No, no, we are Ferrari boys, grazie
ragazzo." Charles beamed.

The 23-year-old led the conversation to keep Robert at ease, asking the
Russian F2 driver how he planned to get to F1. "You must win the F2
championship, make a strong statement for the whole world to see." Charles
demanded powerfully, smacking his clenched fist against the arm of the
chair for emphasis. "I'll do my best for you." Robert grinned, causing
Charles to grin with him.

After another beer and with his tongue feeling a little looser, Robert
asked the question he had been dying to know. "Who were you avoiding at the
bar before?" Robert asked, hiding behind his beer as he spoke. Charles
frowned a little whilst evaluating the question and whether or not he
should respond. "If I tell you, will you keep it to yourself?" Charles
responded, maintaining a surly expression as he spoke. Robert nodded
enthusiastically, "I promise." He replied, wanting Charles to trust him so
badly. Charles looked Robert up and down before taking a shallow breath, "I
was avoiding Max." "Max Verstappen?" "The one and only." Charles nodded
sadly looking to the ground.

Robert stood up and moved across the cabin lounge to Charles then lowered
himself next to the Ferrari driver. Resting his hand on Charles' back
Robert gulped nervously, "are you ok?" "Yeah, yeah." Charles lied. Robert's
hand rubbed tenderly between Charles' shoulder blades as they sat in
silence. "We were together, but then he stopped trusting me." "Why would he
do that?" Robert replied. "We had a threesome and he thinks I'm still after
the other guy." Robert's face betrayed the fact that the Russian had
expected to hear something a lot simpler. Charles had deliberately knocked
Max off the track maybe, or Charles was considering stealing Max's seat at
Red Bull, or even Charles had fucked Max's girlfriend. To learn Charles and
Max were fucking, no not even, to learn they were an item, Robert's mind
was blown.

"I'd trust you." Robert murmured before he could stop himself. What the
fuck was he saying, [I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to take advantage]
Robert's heart pounded so hard he thought his chest was about to burst
open. Charles glanced sideways at the Ferrari junior driver, "yeah, you
seem cool." He smiled, taking his hand away from his forehead and stared
deep into the Russian's eyes.

Charles spent what felt like an eternity playing the scenario out in his
head, what was the right thing to do? "Tell me if I'm wrong, but right now
you're interested in doing something crazy right?" Charles asked
boldly. Robert kept his hand on Charles' back but felt cautious, "Not
something crazy, no. But I think you're cool." Robert replied
nervously. "Thank you, you're cool too." Charles beamed once more. "Would
it be wrong for me to kiss you then?" Charles persevered. Robert blushed;
he could think of nothing better in the world right now. The 21-year-old
took a nervous breath and smiled, "It would be nice, but it would be taking
advantage of you, no?" His brown eyes were so wide and sincere. Charles'
smile somehow grew even bigger, "Definitely, and that's why we should do
it. I think I need to move on." Charles nodded as he spoke. Robert gave a
soft snort of nervous laughter and shrugged. Charles remembered how nervous
he was during his first experience with Max, the way the fear made him near
powerless. Robert was so close to his goal, but Charles knew he was going
to have to seal the deal for the cute Russian.

Charles' right hand rested on Robert's knee and gripped him softly. Robert
was a passenger watching Charles' face moving slowly towards him, tilting
away from him and then an explosion ripped through Robert's mind as their
lips locked for the first time. The Monegasque was firm, pressing his lips
against Robert's before starting to pull away. As Charles' lips pulled
away, Robert stuck to the Ferrari driver's face. The young Russian rocked
forward into Charles who embraced him by wrapping his arms around the F2
star. The young racers began to drown in the moment, unable to see beyond
the boy on the other end of their lips. Charles opened his eyes to study
Robert's face, boyishly smooth with cute light brown freckles trying to
hide unsuccessfully across his pale skin. Watching Robert's eyelids flutter
while they kissed was entertaining to Charles, [what a cutey] he thought to
himself.

Robert flinched as the Monegasque's hand slipped underneath his shirt and
held on to his side. Charles gently squeezed at Robert's soft skin,
imagining what his fingers were holding on to, using his fingertips as
eyes. The young Russian was very smooth, until his hand slid around to
Robert's belly button. Charles could feel a faint yet unmistakable trail
leading down from the Prema driver's belly button. [Light brown] Charles
predicted while they busily sucked at each other for what seemed like an
hour.

"Your body feels so soft." Charles whispered; Robert's ears burned
pink. "Is that a good thing?" he replied. "It's a beautiful thing." Charles
replied emphatically diving back into Robert's face once more. The
21-year-old felt reassured as the Ferrari driver's weight pressed against
him, the force getting firmer and stronger until Robert began to roll on to
his back. Charles followed the Russian down to the seat and continued to
kiss hungrily at the innocent youngster. Charles' eyes scanned Robert's
face, his smooth pale skin blemished with cute light-brown freckles which
were barely noticeable until you were just inches from the 21-year-old's
face.

Robert felt the Monegasque's wandering hands resume their tour of his body
starting at the 21-year-old's belly button, moving up over his abs. Charles
noted the faint outline of Robert's abs, not defined like Max's but that
didn't matter. Reaching Robert's pecs, the Prema driver's muscles were
noticeable and tight, Charles wanted to see them for himself. Robert could
feel his shirt edging up his body as they kissed, the way Charles was
tugging something told Robert to raise his upper body slightly and he was
right. Once Robert's body came away from the chair, his shirt slid up his
body and carefully, breaking their kiss, Charles removed the young
Russian's top leaving his upper body naked and exposed.

"Wow, you're stunning." Charles beamed happily giving Robert instant
reassurance. The young Russian smiled, "Thank you, you're really hot
yourself." he replied. "You think so? How do you know?" Charles smirked. "I
saw your body on Instagram one day and I thought it was nice." Robert
explained. Charles seemed satisfied with the response and reaching under
his own shirt he slipped it off and dropped it on top of Robert's. Charles'
eyes then wandered down to Robert's crotch and a malevolent smile crept
across his face. Moving his hands towards the Russian's waistband, he
watched Robert's expression. The 21-year-old held firm, the excitement
building within both of them as Charles' fingers slowly unbuttoned Robert
and then slid his zip down. Robert's jeans had lumped up around the crotch
and as Charles teased the youngster, the denim rising and falling with
every deliberate move of the Ferrari driver. Finally, scraping his
fingernails carefully against Robert's skin and under his waistband,
Charles slipped the 21-year-old's jeans and boxers down to release a coiled
8.5-inch snake which sprang free.

Charles beamed at the Russian's hard cock; Robert's meat had an intricate
map of thin blue veins decorating the milky white colour of his meaty
shaft. The Monegasque looked ready to spring mouth first for Robert's cock
before the Russian quickly interjected, "Can I see yours?" Robert asked
sweetly. Charles grinned, "Of course baby boy." he replied to the driver
two years his junior. Robert watched as Charles unbuttoned himself, sliding
his jeans down to reveal his beautiful bronze thighs and thin bronze
legs. Robert gave Charles' lower body a quick scan as the Ferrari driver
revealed himself before his eyes shot straight back to the 23-year-old's
crotch. Charles' tight black Armani boxers were tented suggestively,
creasing Robert's mouth into a smile.

Watching Robert's brown eyes intently, Charles slowly lowered his boxers
until his own hard 7-inch pole popped free. The look in Robert's eyes was
the look Charles needed in his life, someone who just had to have Charles
for Charles and no other bullshit. "Come." Charles offered, reaching out to
pull the Russian up from the couch. Robert took the 23-year-old's soft palm
and allowed himself to be pulled up. Charles led them round from the living
area to the sleeping area of his motorhome. The cute Russian could feel his
heart rate increasing with anticipation as they entered the luxuriously
furnished, travelling room. Robert's eyes had barely registered the decor
as they followed the arousing wiggle of the naked Monegasque's walk in
front of him.

As Charles reached the bed, he swung around coming face to face with Robert
once more. The Ferrari driver threw his arms around Robert's shoulders
again pulling the 21-year-old in for another kiss. Charles' tongue slipped
between Robert's lips and immediately found the Russian's ready for
him. Charles allowed his momentum to resume pulling him back as they kissed
and Robert could do little to stop them as they fell together onto Charles'
bed.

The sexy young drivers lay naked, Charles wrapping his legs around Robert's
mid-section to pull the Russian closer still. Instinctively, Robert gently
moved his body back and forth rubbing his cock against Charles' warm
skin. The Ferrari driver gave an encouraging sigh whilst squeezing Robert
tighter still. The sticky Bahraini night was made even hotter by the shared
heat of the naked young studs. Charles led their kiss while his fingers
reached into the gap between them and located the Russian's 8.5-inch hard
cock. The 23-year-old ran his fingers over Robert's tender outer skin
bringing a tender sigh from the F2 driver. The feelings shooting through
Robert's body made him want to reciprocate and he reached into the gap
between them from the opposite side, locating Charles' hard cock. Closing
his fingers around Charles' stiff cock felt so natural. The Monegasque's
smooth 7 inches looked amazing, the olive foreskin gliding back and forth
to expose his enticing head. Feeling Charles' warm body up against him made
Robert throb with excitement, the Ferrari driver's scent tickling his
nostrils brought a throb of anticipation from Robert who felt his guard
dropping.

Charles broke free from Robert's lips and looked deep into the Russian's
eyes. The 23-year-old beamed, "I think we should have sex." Charles chanced
suggestively. Robert felt his heart do back flips and the expression on his
face told Charles was in luck. The Ferrari driver leant forward once more
and gave Robert a gentle peck on the lips. "Do, you want, to be, top, or,
bottom?" Charles asked between pecks. "Errr, I dunno." Robert blushed;
Charles waited patiently. "Maybe bottom." Robert looked away to hide his
embarrassment.

Charles said nothing, throwing his weight into Robert's chest, Charles
rolled above the 21-year-old. Robert had begun to tremble again as Charles
returned to his lips. The Ferrari driver kissed hard at Robert's full lips
while carefully, he pressed his crotch against Robert's and slid his body
up and down. Charles moved from Robert's lips and down to his ear, "I hope
I'm good enough to impress you." Charles whispered. Robert felt heart
flutter once more, the smooth-talking Monegasque had disarmed him with his
velvet smooth charm. Robert's hands took Charles' hips and followed the
Ferrari driver's movements. As Charles humped him, Robert encouraged the
Ferrari driver he wanted more and to reciprocate, Charles sucked hard at
Robert's pale neck, leaving light pink marks.

Charles' lips wandered down from Robert's neck and on to the Russian's left
pec. The 21-year-old was so smooth and deliciously toned, Charles kissed
Robert down, passed his tight, pink nipple and down on to the Russian's
toned abs. The modern F1 driver had to work out to stay competitive and it
was clear that Robert knew that as Charles' lips travelled over the faint
outline of a sixpac. The Prema driver watched on as Charles moved closer to
his crotch. The Monegasque jerked Robert's 8.5 incher and lowered his face,
his lips pouted and slipped over Robert's dome. "Ahhh." Robert groaned as
Charles' lips slid down his shaft with his tongue circling around his head.

Charles' eyes travelled up Robert's body to the Russian's soft face. The F2
driver's round cheeks were a rosy pink while his eyes had gone completely
white. Charles smiled to himself, he was so proud of himself, watching the
skills of his tongue force Robert's eyes to roll to the back of their
sockets. The smell of Robert's brown, curly pubes was getting stronger as
Charles approached, the Monegasque sucked in a draught through his nostrils
and inhaled Robert's delicious scent. The Ferrari driver began to bob
quickly, sucking hard on Robert's thick, Russian cock. The Prema driver
held hands on his hips as Charles pleasured him. The 23-year-old's oral
skills were sensational, his lips held tight to Robert's foreskin as they
slid the length of the Russian's pale, white pipe.

While the Monegasque sucked Robert's hard cock, his fingers slid between
the 21-year-old's smooth, skinny legs and moved across Robert's hole,
gently caressing the Russian's ring. The Prema driver felt his heart
hammering excitedly as Charles' fingers slowly traced their way around his
hole. The little collection of dark hairs tickled them both as Charles
disturbed them before pressing against the weak point of Robert's
arse. Devouring the length of Robert's shaft, Charles sucked the Russian's
thick cock. Pressing his face down so far, his nose pressed against
Robert's pale crotch, Charles sent waves of pure pleasure through the F2
driver's body whilst simultaneously, his fingers slipped into Robert's
tight ring.

A high-pitched squeal left Robert's lips as Charles teased him
generously. Increasing the speed of his fingers back and forth between the
tight walls of Robert's pink ring, Charles used the Prema driver's sound
effects as guidance. Each time the Ferrari driver squeezed his fingers deep
into Robert's hole, the Russian groaned and then he would wriggle his
fingers backwards slightly causing Robert to whine happily.

The 21-year-old's cock tasted awesome; the sweet scent of his wiry, light
brown pubes filled the Monegasques nostrils. Charles' oral fluids sickened
the Prema driver's shaft, the Russian kicked with excitement as waves of
pleasure swept across his body. With Charles' fingers probing him
consistently, reaching further and deeper as the 23-year-old sucked his
cock, Robert felt his boner throbbing with excitement. "Charles, I'm gonna
cum soon." Robert gasped. The Ferrari driver popped off Robert's cock and
glanced up the Russian's body. "Can I fuck your sexy arse first?" Charles
asked again to be sure. The F2 driver nodded, there was no way he could
resist the opportunity to have sex with Charles Leclerc.

Charles carefully pulled his fingers free of Robert's ring and grabbed some
lube. Pouring a drop over his head, the Monegasque glazed his cock with a
thin layer of silky lube. The Ferrari driver then spread a thin layer of
lube across Robert's fuzzy brown entrance. Charles glanced up at the cute
Russian and dropping the bottle aside he moved close into the F2 driver's
hole. The Monegasque's tip rested against Robert's ring and began to press
lightly, "You ready?" Charles asked, "Yeah." Robert nodded.

Robert bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes; Charles felt the bottom's
ring push out and the Ferrari driver eased himself forward. "Hmmmm." Robert
groaned, his face grimacing as his hole expanded around Charles' advancing
hard cock. The Russian wanted to scream through the pain of his burning
ring as Charles persisted forward, firmly impaling the cute young
bottom. "Wank yourself slowly." Charles breathed as he penetrated the
Russian. Roberts' grimacing face softened slightly as he looked up at
Charles' warm, loving eyes.

The 21-year-old began to roll his fist along his shaft, stroking his rock
hard 8.5 inches. The soothing feeling was instantaneous, diverting Robert's
mind enough to make the young bottom's cock throb while Charles progressed
deeper. The Ferrari driver watched Robert's fist at work while squeezing
more of his hard cock into the Russian tight belly. "Oh God yes." Robert
groaned, suddenly overwhelmed by the pain of penetration coupled with the
pleasure of masturbation. With Charles' hard cock opening him up the
Russian shuddered, the feeling of the Ferrari driver's bare cock sliding
into his body felt increasingly pleasurable the further Charles
got. Squeezing his eyes tight, Robert concentrated on the feeling of his
arse, the gentle friction of Charles' raw cock as it pushed its way into
him.

Charles' hips moved with increasing freedom as the top's confidence
increased. The look of pain on Robert's face had dissolved into a look of
increasing comfort and satisfaction. Robert's groans were perfectly timed
with Charles' thrusts and as the Ferrari driver increased his speed, both
the frequency and volume of Robert's groans increased with them. Charles
beamed proudly watching and listening to the F2 driver's reaction. "Does
that feel nice now?" Charles asked. "Very nice." Robert sighed.

Robert opened his eyes to look up at the man fucking him. Charles' olive
features were insanely beautiful and the look of concentration in the
Monegasque's eyes were to die for. Beads of sweat were forming at the
23-year-old's brow as his knees controlled his momentum, pushing him back
before he threw his hips forward to bring his crotch clapping into Robert's
doughy cheeks. The bottom admired Charles' stubble, a light shading which
glistened in the soft light. Charles' beauty made Robert's cock pulse in
appreciation; the Russian knew Charles was a talented young man but this
was on another level. Stroking himself rapidly, the innocent Russian
brought himself closer to the edge and with it one of the biggest orgasms
of his life.

Charles could feel his body temperature rising, the sweat on his brow was
joined by sweat from his neat armpits. The Monegasque's cock felt
incredible sliding into Robert's slender, pale body. Charles' eyes wandered
down Robert's smooth body, appreciating the bottom's toning. The Ferrari
driver took hold of Robert's legs and placed them on his shoulders, tipping
the Russian's arse a little higher.

While Charles stroked himself into Robert's quivering body he turned to his
right, running his tongue along the F2 driver's leg maintaining eye contact
the entire time. The top's bare 7-inch cock deliciously filled Robert's
void, causing the cute bottom to wiggle his toes helplessly with sheer
appreciation. Every bounce had Charles' sexy body rocking into Robert's
perfect arse cheeks while he nibbled passionately at the bottom's
ankle. Charles could feel his heavy nuts stroking Robert's lower back each
time his cock filled the 21-year-old smooth belly. A hand took Charles'
side and gripped it tightly. Smiling down at Robert, Charles noticed the
Russian stroking himself furiously with his left hand while his right hand
pulled the 23-year-old deep into his smooth body.

Robert looked up upon Charles' face and admired the top's features again
while squeezing his sides. The Russian's fist pumped harder and faster
while his hand moved down to grip Charles' thigh. Feeling the way Charles'
thigh tensed as it forced his cock inside Robert's body made the bottom
feel wanted. "Ahhh fuck." Robert cried, his hole burning with
pleasure. Deep within the sexy Russian, the feeling of Charles' cock
stroking his prostate took him to the very edge and pulling his foreskin
back, running his fist into those fuzzy brown pubes and revealing his shiny
pink head, Robert grunted in happy relief.

Charles smiled down on the cute Russian, his eyes sliding down towards his
long, hard cock just in time to see the first shot blast across his smooth
chest. Robert's pearly white cream squirted across his chest, camouflaging
itself against his smooth, creamy skin. Charles threw his upper body
forward and pressed his lips against Robert's, the bottom could only squeal
through his nose in pure bliss as Charles' bare cock filled his
chute. Robert had never experienced an orgasm like this, he'd been kissed
during a climax before but somehow being the bottom, the bottom for Charles
Leclerc, who had pinned him to the bed with his perfect body and taken his
breath away with those perfect lips, that was the ultimate orgasm.

Robert struggled to keep his eyes open such was the surge from his furry
balls, coating his chest with a few more strands of cum. The Russian's fist
worked hard to drain his heavy young nuts, sliding his thin foreskin along
his spasming shaft which sprayed his chest. Then out of nowhere, the
ultimate orgasm reached new heights of pleasure. Following a grunt from
Charles, Robert could feel his insides filling up with something warm.

Charles had gone from halfway to orgasm in a matter of strokes while
fucking Robert's tight, quivering arse and kissing his juicy lips. The
23-year-old's hairy, brown balls erupted, firing a powerful orgasm into
Robert's smooth, pale body before Charles could decide otherwise. Now both
boys were groaning through their noses, neither willing to leave their
passionate kiss while their orgasms were reaching their peaks. Charles' raw
7-inch cock thickened as it exploded inside Robert's belly, squirting his
seed freely inside the sweet Russian.

Robert ran his fist along his shaft as fast as he could oscillating rapidly
to enhance the pleasure of Charles' bare cock sliding along his
insides. The Prema driver could feel his nuts emptying across his chest,
spraying his thick load across his smooth skin. The heavenly feeling of
Charles' raw boner sliding 7 inches inside him and depositing his own
sticky load inside the Russian forced more groans from the young
bottom. Robert's fist pulled his foreskin back allowing more warm cum to
spray across his sticky body, by this point the cute bottom had lost track
of how much cum he'd unloaded across himself but as the surge came to an
end, the happy feeling still consumed his entire body.

Slowing, Charles rocked back and forth with decreasing pace and power. The
top's gorgeous, dark, hairy balls ejected copious strands of his cream into
Robert's willing body. Using his knees to guide himself into the cute
youngster, Charles slid his raw shaft along the Russian's tunnel. While
Robert unleashed his own load, his tight, inexperienced ring convulsed
wildly around Charles' throbbing cock. The Monegasque sucked hard at
Robert's sweet lips while thrusting his cock deep into the pale
beauty. With his head sliding along Robert's tight chute, burying itself
into a pool of his slick cum and stroking it against the bottom's
sphincter, Charles sighed into Robert's mouth. Pulling back then pressing
himself to the hilt one last time, Charles enjoyed the feeling of Robert's
warm flesh surrounding his hard cock.

Robert swam in the beauty of Charles' eyes while the sexy Monegasque looked
into Robert's sweet eyes. Slowly the 23-year-old pulled his cock back
watching Robert as he did so. The Russian's face winced gently as Charles'
cock slowly edged out of his hole. Robert could feel his wide chute
emptying, a strange yet pleasurable void in his body where Charles' boner
had vacated until the young Russian felt his ring tighten, pushing the
Ferrari driver's cock out but sealing the Monegasque's seed inside.

The two young men looked at each other, intense but satisfied. "That was
amazing." Charles beamed, placing a finger flat against Robert's smooth,
sticky chest and sliding it down. "Eww. Your cum." Charles giggled. "I'm
sorry." Robert apologised unnecessarily. "Oh shhh." Charles replied, then
moving his finger towards his mouth, the 23-year-old placed his cum covered
index finger against his tongue and closing his lips around it, he licked
his finger clean. "Hmmm, tastes good." Charles beamed to Robert whose face
had turned scarlet.

Robert lay there on his back, delighted with his evening's work and with
Charles leaning up against him, he had never been happier. Watching the
Monegasque tasting his cum, the young Russian felt his ears burning red
with embarrassment. "I should probably go and shower." Robert blurted
uncomfortably. A sleepy Charles had no intention of letting him go,
"Nooo...please...stay with me." Charles mumbled, snuggling up tight against
Robert's body. The Russian felt his heart skip another beat with Charles
wrapping his leg around Robert's, pressing his beautiful olive chest
against Robert's pale side and resting his head against Robert's sweaty
pec. "Stay with me tonight?" Charles repeated, clutching tight to the
Russian. "Ok." Robert conceded happily. There were no more words that
needed to be said, with the amazing Charles Leclerc hugging tight to his
sticky, sweaty body, Robert fell asleep happier than he'd ever been before.

END

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