The flag pattern dangles alongside the sound of loud Latin music booming as luxury cars race against each other, resembling threatening tigers. All of this signifies the beginning of a new season. Thrill seeking young people gather together at the famous racing track known as The Hollows, a place where all turbulence will be unleashed, and every desire will be fulfilled without limits.
The giant digital clock on the billboard at the edge of the field indicates that there is only fifteen minutes left before the first round of the competition begins. As tradition dictates, the opening race will feature the team with the most outstanding performance from the previous season, and of course, the names of each team displayed on the announcement board draw countless people to come together in this scorching atmosphere.
"Welcome everyone to the grand opening of the new season at the colossal and exhilarating racing track...The Hollows!!!"
The professional narrator's energized voice echoed, arousing excitement among the racers and spectators. The young men and women scattered throughout the field area rush to reserve their seats on the grandstands, knowing that the wait will not be long. The first round of the competition will soon bring out the most expensive racing cars to showcase their elegance.
"If you thought the previous season was intense, let me tell you that this season will be even more ferocious because we have new energetic teams who will compete in numerous high-speed races, including T9, Millionmiles, Six-Z, and the formidable summer league star, Blackburn!"
The new team's fan clubs cheer loudly, igniting a fire within both the cheerleaders and racers in a blink of an eye. The racers standing by the field turn to applaud the grandeur of their fan clubs. They are like new stars inthe racing world, attracting attention from the many, despite not being as established as the experienced seniors who have dominated the industry for a long time. Such popularity at this level is still considered surprising.
"These new teams in this season are truly captivating, but of course, today, we not only have new and energetic young teams. The veteran teams that have already built their legacies in previous seasons have returned to create new legends in this season. Let's give a loud applause to Deadline, Quarterback, Racechaser..."
Because no matter where the strong individuals come from, when they are
in this field, their true strength remains intact. And that true strength will never allow anyone to easily bring down their towering castle.
"And the legendary King of The Hollows...X-Hunter!"
The roaring applause from the entire field seems more frantic than ever before. It clearly shows how significant and magnificent the name of the last team is. Everyone knows it, and even if they are not fans of X-Hunter, everyone who comes to watch the competition at this field has one common goal: to witness the transformation of stunningly beautiful luxury cars that other teams cannot reach and the legendary skills of the team known as the 'True Hunter'.
"Only ten more minutes."
"But it seems like the hunter who should be here has gone out hunting elsewhere?"
"Oh, he'll be here soon." The tall young man in a racing suit sipped his coffee leisurely, while the team in the pit was running around in a frenzy. The racer had disappeared ten minutes before the start of the race.
"But he should be in standby mode now." The team member, who seemed to be a newbie, spoke with an anxious look, "And he needs to check..."
"Is this your first day at work?" Wey smiled at the new team member, with a smile that could not be denied. But in the eyes of the new guy, it felt unsettlingly strange."Uh...yes."
"Oh, I understand." The young racer paused for a moment and then stepped closer to another person with a deliberate slowness, lowering his face to be on the same level as the mechanics, making the new guy break out in a cold sweat. "Don't worry about the car check. It's been done a long time ago. How could a racer forget to check the car before the race, right?"
"But he..."
"No need to answer." The soft-spoken voice sounded muffled, but the words that slipped out caused goosebumps to rise all over, and what was even more hair-raising was that in a split second, the handsome face turned into a wide smile. Once again, before speaking, "Besides preparing the car, the racer must prepare his body and mind."
"…"
"And now he is preparing himself according to his own method."
When the new guy, whose tough appearance was pierced by the strange gaze of the racer, felt like he was being seen through, the collapse he experienced from being teased by his senior since the first day seemed heavy enough. But who would have thought that meeting a teammate of this person would be worse than losing?
"So, I suggest we just wait here." Wey stretched himself before returning to his relaxed position. That kind of pose made him feel uneasy. It didn't go away. It was as if this person was deliberately trying to make him afraid, right? "He'll come when it's time."
"…"
"Unless you want something exciting to happen on the first day."
The locker room was dark with the lights turned off, with only a faint light coming through a slightly open curtain. There shouldn't be anyone inside. Because at a time like this, everyone should be gathered at the edge of the field to watch the race. But in reality, even if no one had reserved a spaceclose to the field, it wouldn't be a big deal. Because the number of people who should be in the field right now still remained calm and even brought themselves to relax in the locker room.
"Uh... um." gasping echoed with an unbridled breath. Even though they couldn't fathom who might be passing by at this hour and accidentally hear this embarrassing sound, the desire to fulfill the current need was greater than anything, even if sometimes it had to surpass the stifling modesty. This person didn't care who would encounter them while they were in an activity that should have been private.
"Um...Phii?" The muffled voice sounded annoying next to him. It sounded a bit annoying that this tall guy kept calling him "Phii...Phii." over and over back and forth as if he was fucking an inexperienced high school boy. What did he think would make him happy like that? He thought he would like something like that or what a relief.
"Phii, do you not need to rush, um...not rushing to the competition?"
"Hurry up and make me cum already." The young man said while he was annoyed as he threw his back against the locker, one of his legs was raised to make it easier for a thing to come in more easily than before. The red striped racing suit was dumped on the floor, which wasn't good at all. Because no matter how good the suit looked on him, if he didn't relieve the tension before the race, the feeling when he stepped on the accelerator would probably be bad.
"Fuck." The young man sighed with annoyance at the chance to fuck and the flavor of someone that everyone called "high quality." The famous person he had only seen from afar, but now he was embracing the tall, slender body, squeezing the waist tightly, he could feel the stiffness of his entering the tight passage, which made him feel like he was floating in heaven, was nothing short of amazing, "You have a really amazing body...um."
The older racer closed his eyes and tried to force himself to hurry to cum, but no matter how hard he tried, what was bothering him? What was it that only hindered his happiness without stopping? The more the young man struggled, the more the hormones in his body grew. The smell of his familiar scent that only an alpha could sense was released to its full potential in the completely enclosed room, making the odor that was so mixed together become compressed and tight in the room, and of course, the collapsing scent of alpha's hormones that just entered adolescence was already strong enough. But now there were two alphas inside the room who were passionately consuming each other, making the atmosphere even more suffocating, to the point where if an omega walked through, there was a chance he would faint.
But to be honest, it would not be just the omega's fault.
Bump!
"Ah!"
Even Alpha like him couldn't bear it.
The young man cried out as he was suddenly pushed out of the hole he was fucking just when he was about to reach the climax. The older racer wiped his mouth irritably before bending down to pick up the suit, he was clearly upset that he wanted to leave here right away.
"Wait Phii." The boy interjected with confusion, "What's wrong? I'm almost done."
"Go find something to rub on it or go to the bathroom and wash yourself." The young man frowned and zipped up his racing suit.
"Hey, how? I..."
"I've already told you that if you want to be with me, you're not allowed to give off the smell of a bitch."
The young man was so frightened that he didn't dare argue. When he heard the sharp sentence accompanied by the strained voice of the famous older racer, he had heard it all along about the hot temper that no one was enough to quench, but didn't think he was scared enough not to argue like this, even though now he should be upset with his frown because he had to face heaven right in front of his eyes.
"Your pheromones stink, better stop before I throw up."
The older boy walked away without turning back, not expecting to see the pair of legs he had just hugged tightly a few minutes ago. Meanwhile, the younger boy could only watch as the famous racer walked away, unable to say anything.
Even if he was left in the middle of the road without cumming, he had to accept it. Because what if something really bad happened to that person? He would probably be in worse condition.
"In just a moment, our first race will begin. Are you ready?"
The main presenter still managed to excite the cheerleaders very well. Meanwhile, the new team member was walking nervously, alternating between looking at his watches and looking down at his feet. There is only three minutes left before the race starts, and all the other racers have arrived. There's only one person missing, who still hasn't shown up. Actually, if it was anyone else, it wouldn't be a problem, but the person who disappeared happened to be an important person. Letting go of the first round without that person is like giving up. Today is probably their first and last working day.
"Stay calm, he will come." Wey, seeing the new kid wandering around, couldn't help but pat him on the back reassuringly. He understood that the kid was afraid that something might go wrong in the race, but there was nothing he could do. Other than telling him to keep waiting, because no matter what happens, the person who can control himself is here alone.
"But it's just three more minutes. Oh well, almost there."
"Uh..." The young racer gently punched the new kid before smiling when he saw someone else walking out from behind the moon, "No need to cry, he is here."
"Huh?"
"It's him." Wey turned his face away with a gentle smile, "The alpha has arrived."
The arrival of the true King made everyone who was excited about the upcoming race have to calm down first, right? Who wouldn't want to see one car that not only has difficult skills to catch, but also has a striking appearance that even those who don't care about racing can't help but take a glance at? A height of one hundred and eighty centimeters, accompanied by honey-colored skin and a distinctive face. His slender figure was a topic of gossip and whispered conversations. It was fun to speculate what kind of Alpha he was, but his words didn't crack a single word from his mouth.
Although he knew he was being watched, the famous racer seemed not to care at all. His expressionless face confirmed that his tough and unpredictable personality was not just a rumor.
The owner of the skinny figure raised his hand to shoo away PitBabe. Seeing them approaching when he entered the field, Wey quickly walked over to his close team members and hugged the other side of his neck to escape the gang of mosquitoes. Because if he allowed them to keep pestering him like this, from just a blank face, it would turn into an easily ignited bomb right now causing massive trouble.
"What's wrong?" Wey whispered while laughing softly when he saw his friend's bewildered face, "Not feeling well?"
"It was okay at first, but now I'm feeling nauseous." Alpha replied with a mocking gesture, pretending to vomit, causing Wey to burst into laughter, "He smelled like a damn dog."
"Ooh so he's a dog, you're not a dog?"
"I am a perfumed dog."A famous person shrugged nonchalantly. At least he didn't have strong pheromone scents like other alphas. And he had already said from the beginning that if those scents turned him off then the erotic activities would end then and there. Those dogs were different, they couldn't follow the agreement.
"Do you really smell like that? Let me try..."
"You can get in the car now."
Wey just laughed a little arrogantly when the new kid interrupted him before he could smell the comforting scent of his close friend. While that fragrant dog turned and raised an eyebrow, knowingly mocking him.
The famous racer received gloves from his assistant, putting them on with familiarity. Then he received his helmet to gear up. Babe turned and lightly tapped his cheek with a nervous face before walking straight to the luxurious race car that had been waiting for him, with the top drivers barely needing to do anything themselves except step on the accelerator and steer.
"Now our racers are all ready. Every car has entered their designated spots in the track, starting from the first car from Deadline... Geneva!!!"
Cheers erupted from the team's fan club, synchronized with the revving engine sounds. It was an impressive moment as the roar grew louder, motivated by the passionate pep talk before the battle. The blue Bugatti car was definitely one to watch, as rumors circulated that during halftime, the owner Geneva had gone out to a small field in the corner of the stadium, which seemed appropriate. He seemed to exude confidence today.
"And the second car from the Quarterback... Zero-One!!!"
The red Lamborghini showcased its fiery intenseness, as is customary in the racing world. Every racer had a well-known nickname that people used to call them during races in order to be memorable. Only those close would know and call them by their real names. Just like Red Serena, that was a name people would remember when the racer stepped onto the field.
"And the third car from Race chaser... Red Syria!!!"
The excitement continued to build as the names of the racers were called out, up to the third out of four. Yellow-wrapped Hennessey Venom shined as it entered the field. Apart from the attention-grabbing car, the handsome base of female fans ached not to cheer for anyone but the racer Zero-One.
"And the last car, let's make some noise for the King of The Hollows. From x-Hunter... PitBabe!!!"
The loud roar of the expensive and luxurious car echoed through the stadium, just as loud as the cheers of the people throughout the field. Even if they weren't fans of the team, no one could resist the excitement and joy of seeing legendary racers. The pitch-black SSC Tuatara, regardless of not having to compete with anyone in the country, didn't need to show off its power. Even if someone didn't know about cars, just by hearing the sound and seeing its beautiful shape, they could guess that the beautiful car had more than just a high price and good looks.
After the team in the field completed their final checks, the beautiful woman in fitted dresses raised a sign, signaling that the countdown was about to begin. As the countdown sound began, each car revved its engines, preparing to accelerate from the starting point. And when the countdown sound ended, the release signal sounded louder along with the waving green flag. The four luxurious cars shot out from the starting point, without anyone waiting for anyone else, all at once.
The sound of cheering echoes throughout the stadium. Teammates sitting together in the sidelines eagerly await their turn. The spectators on the stands rise from their seats with excitement, not wanting to miss a single second of the competition. Even those who have been sitting with their heads down, unable to contain their anticipation, can't resist raising their hats to watch the thrilling competition. They all want to know how well the black racer will perform today. The race is intense as expected, with everyone's eyes fixed on each shifting diamond-crowned car. The track with its treacherous twists and turns is intimidating, even for the cheerleading squad and new racers. Every curve is a genuine risk. There is the risk of getting cut off, of making a slight mistake in controlling the car, or even the risk of losing one's life if an unexpected error occurs.
Wey watches the race from inside the pit. He is less excited than others, not because he finds the game boring or anything. He just thinks that all fourcars look equally great in pairs. He can hear it from the cheers, which are constantly resounding. However, to be honest, he can't deny that he knows the race results since the starting signal was released.
Judging from the performances from the beginning until now, he is willing to bet his last paycheck that besides Babe, no one else will be the winner. That guy will have to celebrate the new record by going home and cuddling with him.
The impressive opening race ends amidst the exuberant cheers. The race results meet everyone's expectations, including the regular spectators in the VIP section and the SSCTuatara, which brings both beauty and new records that make their rivals envious.
"Nice race as always, babe.."
Wey, who has been sitting at the very end of the pit, looks at Babe with a proud smile. Babe has done a great job as always, despite having to deal with issues before the game even started. That's why it's not surprising when everyone calls Babe "King." Because as his teammate, Wey still wants to idolize him every day.
"Thank you." Babe threw his cap to the waiting kid before walking over to hug his tall and close friend's neck, lightly kissing his cheek as a reward for being the sweetest and least annoying person in his life. "Did you see the last curve?"
"I've been watching the whole time, why wouldn't I see it?" Wey responded, bending down to smell Babe's body whenever he got the chance. As for the man himself, he never thinks much about it. Because he thinks it's fun to see the looks and whispers from others about their questionable relationship. "You did great. You didn't waste my effort teaching you to drift for you."
"Who taught whom? Just speak nicely." Babe gives a light tap to Wey's chin before quickly pulling his hand away, then walks away because he doesn't want to pay attention to the words of an arrogant person. He took off both gloves and threw them into his personal bag, then slowly unzipped the front of his racing suit, feeling the tightness.
"Are you leaving?" Wey asked when he sees the other person about to turn around as soon as his own race is over.
"Uhh, I'm tired."
"Don't you want to watch me race a little?"
"You're boring to race against.0 Babe said, pouting and lifting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, "You win every time. Look at yourself.0
"You have a bad habit."
"Thank you for watching." The famous athlete struck a pose, counting in a ballet-like manner, before walking out of the backstage door without intending to wait and watch the others compete, as he had actually asked. This person barely cared about watching anyone compete. He was so talented that he always came in at the very last second. Was he just born lucky?
"See you again at the same place!" Wey shouted as he chased after him. Meanwhile, the jerk didn't bother turning back or answering anything. He even covered his ears as if he didn't want to listen anymore. Wey found it amusing and looked on with a light smile on his face at Babe's nonchalant attitude. They both wondered how others would perceive this, but for him, it gave him the energy to do whatever he wanted every day.
Babe walked leisurely through the dimly lit and less crowded zone compared to the outside. Only athletes and staff could pass through here. Therefore, he felt more at ease and comfortable than being in a field filled with people who scrutinized every movement of his body, making him feel more tired than usual, even if he didn't do much more than others.
While walking, his agile fingers raised the phone to look at the empty screen repeatedly. Because his attention was not focused on what appeared on the screen now, but rather a strange feeling that was entirely different. Babe heard the sound of footsteps, breathing, and the rustling of clothes as they moved closer. He also sensed the temperature of their bodies and some feelings that had followed him for a while.
But it was strange that he didn't sense any smell at all.
He would never reach the exit door of the grandstand when he's just a few meters away, Babe thought. If he was really determined to follow, there would be no way he'd let him reach the door, and if he did allow it, the outcome wouldn't be great.
Opening it first has an advantage and today I would like to adhere to it.
Crash!
Bang!
"Ouch!"
A painful scream rang out. The moment the famous athlete turned around, he reached out and grabbed the arm of the pervert who was walking behind him. He then pushed him down to the ground when he saw that the other party was at a disadvantage. Babe hurriedly sat on top of the pervert to prevent him from getting up and retaliating.
"Only the staff is allowed here." Babe said calmly, staring at the suspicious person wearing a black cap and a matching face mask. He even wore glasses too. No matter how you look at it, he was deliberately concealing his face so clearly.
"How did you get in?"
The pervert didn't reply, he just lay there motionless, as if he didn't know what he should do next. This behavior made Babe think that he might be a random amateur who wanted to follow a famous person, but he was surprised since he was able to easily push him down with just a shove. Despite being bigger than him, Babe was trembling as if he was still afraid of him. Why should you be afraid when you are the one following someone else? I should be afraid of you.
"You won't answer even if I ask nicely?" Babe whispered lowly, as if intending to squeeze the life out of the little giant with mere words. He spoke, releasing a single sentence, "Or do you want me to ask in a different way?"
"…"
"Fine. I'm not interested anymore…"
"Uh… I'm sorry."
Even his response was as unexpected as he had anticipated. This little pervert spoke without hesitation, without resorting to any violent actions. Seeing this, Babe became even more bewildered. He started to wonder how someone so intimidating would have the audacity to approach him.
As he pondered this, Babe's hand instinctively reached for the cap of the giant, while pulling down his own mask to reveal his face clearly, hoping to see the face of the person who dared to act like this. Surely, if he saw the face, he might recognize who this person was. However, the outcome did not provide much clarity. He did not learn anything significant, as he neither knew nor had encountered this person before.
Huh... or perhaps he had encountered him before?
Babe stared at the bespectacled figure, trying to remember if he had ever seen someone with this appearance. He was confident that he didn't know this person, but if he had only seen him in passing, it was a possibility.
"Well... um..."
"Were you on the stand just now?@ the owner of the slender figure interrupted, before Babe could say anything, and his question only added to the confusion on Babe's furrowed brow. Then, behind the glasses, his eyes widened like someone who had seen a ghost. After hearing the next sentence, "Stand A, on the upper level, right? Were you sitting there?"
"Yes, exactly!"
Babe flinched slightly as the suspect, who had been lying there motionless, suddenly sat up and opened his eyes, causing Babe, who was perched on top of him, to quickly stand up. Because sitting in that posture, it might turn into a more awkward position.
"What do you want?" the famous racer asked, with a puzzled expression, since he was only excited because he could tell where the other party was sitting.
"Everyone else said that you have a hundred eyes!"
"Huh?"
"I see everything. I have a hundred eyes!"
"Me? I have a hundred eyes?" At first, he was grumpy and thought that this person would say something true. Now, Babe was starting to think that the staff must have carelessly let this young fan club member in, who seemed so excited, and who told him that someone else had a hundred eyes with such an enthusiastic face.
"How did you know where I was sitting?"
Babe turned around abruptly. When the young fan club member stood up and approached him with a face as if he had met a famous celebrity wearing a superhero costume that resonated in his heart, Babe asked, "There were a hundred people there, and you still saw me."
Babe had no idea what the best answer to that question would be. Because he himself didn't know how he did it. He realized once again that it was like this, his senses were more sensitive than others. He could see things that others couldn't observe and remember them unbelievably. He could detect smells that others couldn't smell. He could hear very faint and detailed sounds. He could separate complex sounds. He could distinguish tastes a lot and quickly sense touch, just like Wey used to call these abilities...the characteristics of a superhero. But for Babe, it was just annoying that made his life more difficult."That's my business." and this was Babe's final answer. He responded softly before sighing lightly, as if he just realized that he wasted time on something irrelevant. Was that boy just a fan club member who knew some rumors about another person? There was nothing to be afraid of as he thought. "But you can leave now, before I call the guards to come and throw you out."
After finishing speaking, Babe made a gesture as if he was about to walk away. But he could only take one step before being grabbed by the tall boy who held his arm first. Another person had a hesitant and scared gesture as if he wanted to say something but still hesitated, wondering if he should say it.
"What else?" Babe snapped his voice because he was starting to get angry. What was wrong with that boy? If he was a fan club member, he should know that Babe didn't have much patience, so why was he still acting like this? He was annoying and didn't stop. It seemed like he threatened but still refused to speak, only standing there shaking.
"If you don't speak, I will call the guards for real."
"Uhh...wait, please."
"So what the hell is it? What are you afraid of? I haven't done anything yet." Babe sighed with annoyance, looking like he was so annoyed that he forgot that he just grabbed another person and slammed him onto the floor earlier. "I don't have time to deal with you all day. I'm going to sleep..."
"Can you help me join your team?"
From the first moment he heard that strange sentence, Babe frowned. This pervert boy seemed to use all the courage he had to speak this sentence. Babe could only think in his mind, 'Couldn't you use that courage for something else?'
"Do I look like a recruiter to you?" Babe raised his finger, pointing at himself with a bewildered face, "If you want to join, go apply to that team. Why do you have to tell me about it?"
"I've already applied. Multiple times." The tall boy stuttered. The more he got scolded, the more he felt embarrassed. But if he didn't speak now, he was afraid there wouldn't be another chance, "But they keep rejecting me. They didn't even let me try driving."
"How did they reject you? How did you not pass the qualifications?" The older racer tilted his head in surprise to hear such words.
"I passed all the qualifications."
"If you passed all the qualifications, why couldn't you take the driving test?"
"They said if I wanted to take the test, I had to bring my own car."
"Well, that's it. They let you take the test. So bring your car."
"But I don't have a car."
Babe was so surprised and confused when he heard the answer that he began to feel nervous. He had initially thought that meeting a strange fan club would be meaningless enough, but now he found himself talking to a crazy kid who wanted to join a racing team but didn't have a car.
"Go rent one outside, they have rental cars." the young alpha said, raising his hands in frustration.
"I asked him already, he said if I am not part of a team, I can't rent one."
The strange kid replied with an innocent face. He seemed genuinely upset, making Babe think that this might not be just a joke anymore, even though it seems exaggerated.
"So what do you expect me to do?" Babe asked, still not understanding why this person, whom he didn't even know, was telling him about this. "If I don't have a car, how can I race? And how did you even know that I can drive?"
"I'm confident that I can drive," he replied.
"Confidence means..."
"Can I borrow your car?"
Babe's headache only got worse as he continued to talk. He went from being mentally stressed the talk went from a perverted stalker to a fan club to now becoming a criminal or something.
What is this madness?
"Do you think my car costs only two baht? You just come here to walk up here and ask?" Babe lowered his voice, wanting the other person to understand the seriousness of his words, and to make this kid realize that he wasn't just a playmate who could engage in meaningless conversations like this. "I have many cars, but why should I lend them to you?"
"I know it's expensive, and now I don't even have money." The young man said with a face that looked like a child trying to ask his mother for money to buy a toy. It looked funny in Babe's eyes, as he both feared and wanted something from another person. But that wasn't a reason for him to lend a car. "But I really want to join the team. I can do anything. I can do everything."
"Why do you want to join my team?"
"Because I want to be like you." Both the look in the eyes and the tone of the boy's voice changed. It was clear that bravery and fear hadn't disappeared completely. But when the person in front of him said that sentence, Babe understood clearly the mixture of anticipation and anxiety in the eyes of the other person. "I want to be a king that everyone accepts, just like you. Others say that if I want to be like you, I have to join your team."
"…"
"And if I want to be a king, I have to drive your car."
Babe couldn't hold back his confusion anymore because of that strange answer. He didn't understand why this kid was acting like this, but it was comical and confusing. Why do we need to focus on something we've never experienced to such an extent, and why do we believe in these meaningless things? Even though it didn't seem reasonable at all.
"Do you know anything?" The older athlete sighed, still struggling with the thoughts of the foolish kid. Ignorance and rumors about this matter never subsided. "If that person wants to be like me, he just needs to do the same as me…he's just a loser."
"…"
"And he's actually teaching others how to be a loser."
"…"
"Do you really want to be a loser?"
The young boy stood still, his big round eyes behind glasses trembling slightly with the words from the person who was considered his idol. He thought that what Babe said was correct, but he didn't understand why he still didn't want to accept defeat so easily.
"If following you is called being a loser, then I can be a loser" His response, accompanied by a determined gaze, surprised Babe. He thought that this kid would instantly believe and agree to everything he said, but in reality, it wasn't the case.
This kid had his own thoughts.
"Is that so?" Babe chuckled lightly.
"I know that I can never do everything like you. Even if I follow your every step, I still won't be able to do it."
"…"
"But I still want to try."
Suddenly, Babe felt that it was becoming more interesting. He didn't realize why this kid seemed so focused and absorbed in his own matter, and he didn't care if it looked strange to others because he believed that everyone must have something they're passionate about, regardless of what it is or whose it is. So it wasn't strange to him; instead, it was simply intriguing. Another thing was that his life had been stagnant for some time. Finding something strange to do might not be a bad idea.
"What's your name?" Babe asked calmly, while the tall figure tried to act nonchalant as if he didn't expect to be asked that question by the older athlete.
"Yes?"
"I mean, what's your name?" the owner of the slim body repetitively asked, annoyed by the hesitant response.
"Uh…my name is…" The young boy made a face as if he just understood the question after being asked it again, "My name is Charlie."
Babe paused for a moment, then smiled and slowly approached the tall boy, his slender hand raised to gently touch the rim of the other person's glasses. He carefully examined the face behind those glasses, looking closely and thoroughly. Although it seemed a bit fearful and uncertain, there was an undeniable interesting quality to it.
"You are an alpha, right?" the famous athlete asked as he lowered his hand down towards his neck and chest.
"Yes…" Charlie replied.
"Good." The voice of the older person sounded different from before, which made Charlie's hair stand on end. Babe's gesture made him not dare to move at all, as if he didn't even dare to flinch. "You said that if I lend you my car, and then bring you into the team, you would agree to anything, right?"
"Yes. I can do anything."
"In that case, I can help you."
"Really?" Charlie widened his eyes with excitement, but he seemed a little too excited, so Babe had to hold his chin tightly to tell the other side to calm down before he became annoyed again.
"But I will only help you if I'm confident that you will be useful to me."
"I will make myself useful to you."
"You don't have to say it." Babe said in a calm voice. His clenched hand holding Charlie's chin made the other person's face tilt down and look directly into his eyes, he then continued speaking, "I'll give you the address. Come to find me tonight at four in the morning, and then I'll tell you if you're useful or not."
"…"
"Do you understand or not?"
"… I understand." Charlie understood what the senior was saying, but he didn't quite understand what was about to happen. He didn't know how Babe would test him, but he thought that if this person opened his mouth
then he must have a chance to get what he wanted. So he should seize this opportunity as soon as possible.
"Alright, just speak a little easier."
"So, if I do well tonight, will you let me join the team?"
Charlie's sincere question made Babe burst out laughing uncontrollably. He knew that this kid didn't have anything hidden in that question, but the person who had something unpleasant on his mind was completely different. He felt that it was a hilarious statement.
"Don't think too far ahead." Babe laughed and lightly slapped the young man's cheek, saying, "This is just an interview."
"An interview?"
"There might be a little practical exam."
"Oh… I see."
"But you still have to do well, right?"
"Yes. I will do my best."
Yeah, right?
If it's within reach, no matter what, you have to give it your all.
…
Charlie sat stiffly, unsure of what to do. He had just brought himself to a place that was unfamiliar, even the luxurious condominium. Meanwhile, the owner of the room seemed uninterested in him, after calling and telling Babe that he had arrived at four in the morning. Another person came down to pick him up and had him sit in the living room before disappearing to the bathroom. Leaving him sitting stiffly on the bed, with signs that indicated he was no longer breathing fully.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
The young boy flinched slightly. Just as the person who disappeared into the bathroom for a long time came out wearing a bathrobe and asked without hesitation.
"I have showered in the room." Babe paused and answered. As for Charlie, he was still swallowing his saliva due to feeling overwhelmed. When he saw Babe looking the most comfortable he had ever been. The scent of the shower cream wafted throughout the room, even overpowering the scent of wine bottles belonging to the seniors. It looked respectable and worth a second look.
"Do you drink wine?" The room owner asked. Then he lifted the wine glass to sip.
"I don't drink."
"How old are you?" Babe asked surprisingly, after knowing that this grown-up guy didn't even drink alcohol.
"Twenty-two."
"Oh, you just became an adult."
The room owner chuckled softly, placed the wine glass on the table in the corner of the room after finishing drinking. Before he walked in to meet him sitting on the bed without rushing, and finally, a tall and slender body with a lingering scent stopped in front of him.
"Do you know why you were called here? What are you here for?" Charlie's breath got stuck as soon as he heard that. Even though he was waiting for Babe to speak it out, when he heard those words so straightforwardly, he
couldn't help but feel excited.
"I know."
"Do you know what?"
"Are we going to have sex?"
Babe smiled with satisfaction. At least this kid didn't lack any hint of what he was doing, which made everything so much easier. Because if he still had to explain everything in detail? Well, he would lose his mood completely, wouldn't he?
"Yes." Babe answered plainly. "If you perform well, I'll lend you a car, and I'll help you get on the team."
"…"
"But if you're being difficult, I will kick you out, and then you will have to find your own way."
"…"
"And this is the agreement. It's not a force. If you're not happy, you can leave now and I'll find someone else."
The tall and flickering-eyed young man was certainly prepared before coming here. However, when he actually met face to face, he was still so excited that he didn't behave properly. Charlie didn't think he would have achance to do something like this to the person he had been observing from afar. So sitting on Babe's bed now was something beyond his imagination.
"What should you do?" Babe asked, while the other person just stared at him calmly. "Hurry up, I didn't come here to wait for you all night."
"I may not be very good at it..."
"Being good or not is not something you have to think about. I will make the decision myself." the owner of the slender body said calmly, with a determined look in Babe's eyes. It made Charlie want to let go of all the thoughts that were swirling in his head and just follow the instincts once in a while. "The question is, will you do it or not?"
Yes, he should stop overthinking.
"I'll do it."
"Good."
After receiving the answer, Babe immediately removed the towel tied around his waist, revealing a smooth and delicate honey-colored skin under the veil. Charlie was amazed by what he saw. He never thought he would get to see the naked body of this person, and he never thought the person in
front of him would do it so easily as if he didn't have to think much about it.
He didn't think he would get to see this person's body, and he didn't think the person facing him could do it so easily as if he didn't have to think about it.
"Then do it."
Babe just said that, without making any suggestions or orders, he simply stood still and waited to see how Charlie would start. From the posture, Babe was quite confident that the young man probably didn't have much experience with this kind of thing. However, for some reason, he chose to
bring Charlie to his room tonight, maybe it was some kind of inexplicable feeling that he himself didn't understand. But no matter what, Babe hoped that the feeling wouldn't disappoint him this time.
Charlie took a deep breath nervously. Then his large hand gently approached Babe's flat abdomen, as it was right in front of him. The palm of his hand slowly moved closer to the target, as if getting acquainted with the body temperature of the older athlete. But as soon as he accidentally raised his gaze to meet the other person's eyes, he felt that the touch with his hand was not enough, compared to what Babe wanted.
The heavier breathing of the partially naked Alpha made Charlie feel like he was on the right track. As he licked his lips on the pale chest, Babe immediately raised his hand and placed it on his head, and the more he sucked, the stronger the head pulling became. Therefore, the young man playfully moved his hands to caress both sides of the other person's chest, alternately, as if he was determined to explore.
"If you're hungry like this, why don't you go back to breastfeed from your mother at home?" Babe said, after the stupid kid kept playing with his chest without stopping. It seems like he enjoys it, and it looks like Charlie likes it too. But if he wants him to do it all night like this, it's a bit too much, isn't it?
"I'm sorry." The big boy quickly apologized when he got scolded, "I can't do it well."
"If you don't know what to do, try thinking about what you like to do with yours."
Babe muttered, not thinking much before hand about teaching an inexperienced kid like this. In conclusion, he didn't know whether he was thinking right or wrong by choosing this kid.
"If you want others to do something for you, do the same to me."
"..."
"Whether it's good or not, I'll let you know."
Charlie looked at the older handsome guy with a slightly worried face. He knew what he wanted, but he wasn't sure how to do it, and if Babe doesn't like it, the other person would kick him out of the room for sure. That's something he didn't want to happen at all.
"What?"
Susuna, Charlie.
"...Um." Babe let out a satisfied sound. Finally, the stupid kid made a decision to let go of all the senseless thoughts and jumped into the whirlpool of lust. Charlie lowered his face to the same level as Babe's cock, with Babe's hot tongue almost licking his cock, which became slightly harder due to the initial struggle.
Both big hands held onto his round hips, while his mouth accepted Babe's hardness without hesitation. Even though he still looked hesitant and a bit clueless, it didn't reach the point of making Babe regret. Because within that cluelessness, there was still excitement from the fact that he could see how much Charlie wanted to please him. That was a very good point in the inexperienced boy's struggles.
"Watch the teeth." The more experienced guy advised, while placing his hand on the young man's head. "Suck, like that...like that."
"Ugh...uhh."
"If your mouth is tired, move it a bit and focus on the head." Charlie followed Babe's instructions. He gradually improved the parts that he couldn't do well at first, little by little. The tall and inexperienced boy obediently moved his mouth to accommodate Babe's cock, inhaling and exhaling according to the older guy's needs several times. Then, he switched to using his tongue to lick all over it, licking until reaching the base, and willingly let the male essence stick to his face without feeling bothered. The more he looked up and saw Babe's satisfied face, the more proud he felt about himself.
"You smell sweet, Phii." Charlie said, his face pressed against Babe's hot cock, rubbing it rhythmically. Meanwhile, his tongue continued to move around the head because Babe said he liked it especially when he played with that area.
"What are you sniffing? It's dirty." Babe said jokingly as he lightly slapped the young boy's cheek. The audacity of the other party, only sniffing his scent as if it had a sweet aroma, just like an Omega. So naive. But despite that, he had to admit that Charlie was a quick-witted kid. Despite his lack of experience, his ability to learn was impressive. Whatever Babe said wasn't good, the other person could fix it quickly without much effort.
"Do you want me to suck you until you cum?"
"Are you really that good?"
"I don't know, maybe." Charlie answered truthfully, reaching out to grab the round bottom of his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, making Babe realize that this child was beginning to use his instincts more.
"But if you want me to, I'll..."
"No need to pretend to be a good kid."
"But I..."
"Take off your clothes."
That command ended there. The tall figure hastily took off his clothes. At this point, only Charlie was fully dressed. Charlie unbuttoned his outer shirt, followed by his white undershirt. Then, because of the tension, he forgot to take off his glasses. The frames fell from his face and landed on the floor as he was in the process of removing his undershirt.
"There's no need to wear them anymore." Babe interrupted when he saw that the young boy was about to pick up his glasses again.
"But I can't see clearly without them."
"And why do you have to see clearly?" As soon as he heard Babe's annoyed voice, Charlie stopped the thought of putting on his glasses immediately. He placed them on the table before returning to deal with his own jeans, as Babe ordered.
Babe couldn't stand seeing the boy struggling with his clothes any longer. He forcefully pushed the tall figure to sit on the bed and leaned down to deal with the other person's zipper himself. This caused Charlie's pants to be pulled off in an instant. Of course, his underwear also got discarded and ended up on the floor, making Charlie completely exposed in front of his older racer. His flawless and perfectly proportioned body was now undeniably visible. The fair, smooth skin of a little boy inherited from his mother, kissed and well-loved. Babe couldn't help but stare, starting from his face down to those feet. It made him even more embarrassed.
"You look better without anything." The owner of the thin figure said with a smile, making Charlie even more embarrassed. In Babe's eyes, Charlie's tall and large figure looked no different from the inside. His fair and smooth skin, just like a young boy who inherited it from his mother. While his male parts were so perfect, and most importantly, it looked like it came from his father.
Just looking at him made his stomach churn.
"Taste it." Seeing the young boy sitting there, stunned, the older man thought it was about time he did something. So he pushed Charlie to lie down on the pillow before moving closer, leaning towards the end of the bed, and began to do what Charlie had done to him before, without wasting time on unnecessary pleasantries.
"Um...Phii."
Babe's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard Charlie call him like that, with a playful tone that honestly had no problem, but this pronoun. It really bothered him.
"Call me Khun Babe." The older brother with a slender figure came out of that part then ordered the young boy.
"Khun Babe..."
"Hey, why is it you call me like you are my husband." Babe grumbled, his name was annoying. What is this? Just the name babe normally sometimes makes it confusing already.. Calling him while they are naked like this, makes it even more weird. "Just call me Phii."
"Yes." Charlie awkwardly responded, but before he could compose himself, he had to stiffen up. Because Khun Babe, a tall figure lying there taking all the pressure, was only resting his feet and tightly tucking the bedding. What should he do? It was so awkward. The way he moved his head was rhythmic which was different from what he was doing earlier secretly. The more he warmed his hands and grabbed his own male part, then flicked his tongue at the head, the more he felt like dying. He had never felt this awkward before.
"Oh...um." Babe moaned with a grumble. Suddenly, he realized the soft and flexible touch in his asshole, and of course...he knew what it was. Because it was his intention from the beginning, he intended to tease and use that part to entice Charlie to want to do it himself without having to ask. And coincidentally, this kid was really smart, too, "Okay...start licking."
"Uh..." Now it's different, each person has a busy mouth. Babe happily accepted the male organ of the boy, moving his head almost to the end,moving his head up and down, passionately. Charlie, who was still practicing, also used his own soul to guide himself by using his tongue with the beautiful older man's asshole. Although he had never done it before, he had some experience from watching adult movies. It probably wouldn't be difficult; just imagine what those professional actors did and try it out, plus
using some sense. Charlie thought that he himself could make Babe satisfied easily.
"Oh...fuck." Babe grumbled, unable to hold back anymore. The boy had already sucked his face onto his crotch and was licking it with all his strength, making his face stiff. At this moment, Babe was confident that Charlie didn't just want to please him. But the other person was also enjoying what he was doing. So, the big hand held his buttocks tightly and
refused to let go, "Gently...yea, slow down."
If Babe didn't command, Charlie probably wouldn't stop. As soon as the handsome older man ordered him to stop, Charlie drew his face out of theround buttocks. At the same time, Babe turned his face back to the head of the bed, then reached out and took out a lubricant gel and a condom from the drawer beside Charlie's head. He squeezed the gel onto his own palm before leaning forward and applying it onto the back passage, which at this moment was wet with the saliva of the hungry boy who had just licked him non-stop. Meanwhile, Charlie could only lie still and gaze at Babe's swollen and hungry lips without being able to look away.
"Do you want to kiss?" Babe asked with a teasing smile, while his hand was preparing himself for the next step.
"Yes." Charlie responded with a heavy breath, the boy couldn't stop looking at Babe's plump and full lips. He even tried to lean his face towards Babe several times, forgetting himself, "Can I have a kiss?"
Charlie was extremely excited.
"No." Babe stubbornly shook his head and smirked, enjoying seeing the boy wanting him. It was satisfying to tease the other side who wanted him like this repeatedly while Charlie received no response from him. "You can use this mouth, but no kissing."
"You're so mean."
"You should have known that from the beginning." The owner of the body spoke with a surprised expression before moving down to sit on the boy's legs. Babe cautiously tore open a condom wrapper. He then took out a flat round condom and skillfully put it on the fully awakened hardness.
"It's so big."
"Will it hurt you?"
"Do you look down on me?"
"Not like that." Charlie quickly explained. The flirting gesture made Babe have to hold back. This child didn't know which was real and which was a joke. It was just like a real child.
"I'm just worried."
"Before worrying about me, worry about yourself first."
"I'm fine already."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, well...."
Babe smiled happily when he noticed that the boy, who had been lying down all the time, immediately responded when he took hold of another person's hardness without saying anything. When he pressed it against his own passage, Charlie's body stiffened. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips parted slightly, revealing a strange and unfamiliar feeling of warmth and tightness that made him feel overwhelmed.
"Ah... that feels good." Babe raised his head and licked his lips, satisfied with the feeling he received after pressing himself against Charlie's hardness to the extreme. As for Charlie, he truly enjoyed the size and shape given to him, and he was overwhelmed with happiness from Babe's gift. Babe hadn't encountered such a satisfying secret weapon for a long time. "These damn idiots have something good on their stupid faces all the time. Ah... damn, it feels so good."
"Phii Babe... ah."
"Does it feel good, Charlie?" Babe asked, shifting his waist to make the hardness that penetrated him hit his sweet spot harder. "Do you like it when I'm like this... huh?"
"Yes. Ah... incredibly good."
"Have you ever fucked an alpha before?"
"No." Charlie answered heavily, "You're my first."
"And which way do you like it more?"
"Um... um."
"Speak." Babe urged eagerly for a response from the young boy, but the round shoulders lowered, Charlie's mind was completely blank now. He could only suck in his breath and hold onto the boy's hips, moving his waist up relentlessly. Now there was no need for anyone to come and teach him anymore. He was following the demands of his body without stopping to waste time. "Ah! Don't think... oh!... fuck-Charlie."
"I can't take anymore, Phii Babe... I can't." Charlie closed his eyes, sucking in his breath as if he had lost consciousness. He thrust his waist forcefully onto the person on top, making Babe's head shake, but it was clear that if Babe were to lose against the kid from yesterday, it would still be too early. The slim body pressed down on Charlie's broad chest and he continued to thrust down without giving up, a forceful collision where no one would yield to each other, and that made the headboard of Babe's king-sized bed bang against the wall, creating a loud rhythmic sound, and that sound immediately aroused their emotions.
"Ah, ah... you crazy kid." Babe cursed the crazy kid who was surrounded by tension with a trembling voice, but it seemed like Charlie wouldn't pay any attention to his curses anymore. The owner of the tall body gritted his teeth tightly because he had endured the restlessness for too long before he exerted his strength to push Babe down, spread his legs without any advance warning, and the moment Babe's back touched the soft mattress, Charlie hips hit forcefully, knocking into Babe without giving him a chance to react. "Can you calm down... ouch."
"Um... if you were an omega... I would definitely impregnate you."
"Fuck, Charlie!"
"You would definitely be a mama."
Babe almost wanted to shake his head and teach the mischievous kid a lesson, but from his current situation, he couldn't do anything to Charlie. The older person could only endure the forceful collision and thrust his
masculinity along with the harsh words that didn't stop, and in truth, he should be furious with those words, not just lying there and feeling this way.
It's gone crazy.
This kid is too horny.
"Ah, ah... Charlie." Babe lifted his arms and hugged the young boy's neck, feeling the boy's sobs uncontrollably. From now on, he couldn't think of anything else. He only knew that he was so lost right now and he didn't
want Charlie to stop even for a second.
"Phii Babe, um... am I doing good?"
"Don't ask that now... ouch!"
"Will you lend me your car, pretty please?" Charlie panted heavily as his hips pressed into Babe forcefully, causing a crude sound to be heard, but both of them didn't care whether it was embarrassing or not. Because at this moment, there was nothing embarrassing for them. There was only excitement and heat, right? "I want a car. Phii Babe, please give me a car."
Even just asking for a car now sounded obscene to Babe. He felt like he was raising a mischievous teenage boy and couldn't handle it. The young boy who had given him this currently fiery happiness now was begging for something he wanted with such eager eyes.
This damn kid is really annoying, isn't he?
"You're so...Ugh." Babe sighed and pinched the boy's head, expressing his annoyance amidst the confusion and chaos. Suddenly, he remembered that since the moment Charlie arrived here until now, he hadn't smelled any annoying alpha pheromone. There was only a faint scent that seemed to be from another person, and because of this observation, Babe regained his composure and looked up at the young boy above him with surprise. While the lower part of his body remained as it was before, fucked fast and furious but the scent remained the same.
I can't smell anything no matter how I try.
Babe tried to bury his face in the chest of the tall figure to find the alpha scent that he despised, but no matter how he sniffed, he couldn't smell any of them. Even though Charlie was now extremely aroused, when an alpha is in lust it usually causes pheromones to be released more intensely. He himself was in the same state now, but he didn't have any problem with his own scent. He usually had issues with the scent of other alphas, but why
didn't this alpha have any annoying scent?
Thinking like this, Babe decided to test this deviation one last time. While Charlie was enjoying his physical pleasure without realizing anything, Babe lifted his slender arm and brought the boy closer to his own body, before he did what would do to make Charlie lose his mind almost completely. Babe licked Charlie's chest and dragged his tongue from the middle of his chest to the damp neck covered in sweat without a disgusted expression. On the contrary, Babe threw himself back onto the pillow and smiled with a
playful, almost mischievous, look in his eyes when he realized that even Charlie's sweat didn't have an annoying alpha scent.
"Phii Babe..."
"You are so good, Charlie." Babe responded with a smile. The face of the older boy looked extremely happy, filled with sweet temptation, causing Charlie to accelerate his pace even more because he was about to reach the
peak.
"Uh...Do you like it?"
"I do...Ah, almost there." The owner of the slim body replied before pulling the young boy's face closer until their noses almost touched. Babe confirmed with his eyes and let out a joyful cry until Charlie, who saw such
a lascivious lustful expression, could no longer resist the desire and said, "Ah! Ah!"
"Ah!" The alpha boy moaned, trying to hold back his voice as he thrust his waist with such force that Babe felt like he was dragged along. It seemed uncontrollable, but judging by his facial expression, Babe didn't seem to
have a problem. Because the guy was closing his eyes with a satisfied expression, biting his lips.
This is paradise. "Ah...Don't grind." Babe warned, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice as Charlie grinded his hips while cumming his desire into the condom. Babe also cummed without even touching his own front area.
"Charlie… that was fucking awesome."
"I don't want to think about the state I would be in if I didn't wear a condom."
"Don't think about it. Who will dare to go bareback these days?"
"I just thought of that earlier." Charlie smiled for the first time since they met. Babe was a little surprised to see that, but he didn't pay much attention.
People had just finished doing it, so it wouldn't be strange if they weren't in a good mood.
"Dream on, man."
Babe lightly tapped Charlie's forehead because he was tired from the intense activities he had been doing lately. He didn't think that one round could make him so tired if he didn't count the issue that didn't involve Alphas's scent Charlie looked like a true Alpha, right?
"So, have I passed?" Charlie asked, even though he hadn't withdrawn that part of him from his path yet.
"You are in a hurry?."
"I want to know." the smart young man hesitated, "Will I be useful to you?"
"Do you want a car like that?"
"Actually, I want to be a car racer."
"That's it." Babe raised his legs and stretched. Then he pulled Charlie's waist back and twisted his hips back and forth, "If I say you're useful, it means you have to keep doing this with me constantly."
"Understood." The smart boy nodded, "And how long do I have to do this until I can earn enough money to pay you?"
"Until I feel that getting a car is worth it."
When Babe spoke like that, Charlie lost control again. The tension, the touch on his face, and the sound of the person in front of him. Everything Babe did easily deceived him.
"If you want a car, I'll give it to you."
"…"
"And when I get bored with you, I'll let you know."
"…"