The 2020 Australian Grand Prix has just finished. Naturally, tensions were high. Estaban was back, and Max was not pleased. Naturally, Ocon crashed into Max and the end of lap 1. Tensions flared in the garages, and Max came to confront Max. Naturally, Daniel’s Renault engine blew up 40 laps in. Max came into the Renault garage, Steaming. Fuming. Max looked deep into the eyes of Esteban, with an agressive, sexually charged fire in his eyes.


“What is this? Again” Max yelled.

“So what, I got a thing for ramming myself into your back end!” Screamed Esteban. He knew exactly what he was doing. Danny walked to find the two shouting at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a butterknife.

“Boys. We’ll settle this at my place. No need to be blowing up in each others faces all season. Let’s leave the ramming for off the track.” Danny knew he could quell the two.


Back at Danny’s place, the mood still seemed aggressive. Esteban and Max were livid at each other, ready to fight. They needed something to let out all their anger, but there was a problem. They couldn’t take it out of Danny, since he was the older one. Danny sensed this. “I’ll let you boys figure this out yourself. A few rules though. You both crashed on lap 1. You know what that means. I’ll let you boys have some fun.” Danny left with a wink, as he went to save some kangaroos from the fires.


As soon as Danny left, the two boys lunged at each other. Pulling… Grabbing… Slapping… ripping each other’s race suits off. Max won, pulling off Esteban tight, tight Renault race suit. He threw him on the couch, and furiously fucked Estabans tight french ass for an hour. The clock ticked 60, and Max pulled out, creaming what could only be described as stroopwafel syrup all over Estabans skinny back.


Estaban turned around, full of fury and anger. “The clocks run down. 1 lap, 1 hour.” Max reluctantly pulled off his form-fitting red bull jumper, which showed a clear outline of his dripping cock. Estaban grabbed his thicc dutch ass, and began pounding the boy with his long, french cock. An hour passed of brutal, rage filled fucking, when Esteban creamed straight into Max.


Just then, Danny had returned.
“You boys done?” His living room was a disaster, clothes everywhere, pillows thrown about, cum dripping from his trophies, and two skinny F1 bois with 2 very large cocks. The boys looked sorrow, they couldn’t believe they had disappointed their superior like this. “Now it’s time you boys learned your lesson.” He dropped his pants, and the boys came crawling, taking turns sucking Dannys massive cock. Big. Thick. Throbbing. They didn’t call him Bigg Dicc Ricc for nothing. Finally, he unleashed his load all over the faces of the two boys. Everyone understood. No more fighting on track. Only in the bedroom.