‘ it’s going to be a long weekend for you folks - no streams until monday, i'm heading to the british grand prix all thanks to all your donations. but don't worry, if you're looking for something to keep you company you can always buy one of my video packs to keep me going if you think you'll miss me too much. ' samuel appeared on his stream in the usual state, no shirt, replica helmet of mitch warren concealing his features, only his blue eyes peering out from the raised visor that kept the world from knowing who he really was. not that anyone would care - he wasn't anyone big or famous, but the helmet had been part of his identity from the moment he started up his account. he was a big fan of f1, didn't miss a race, didn't miss a highlight, and if anyone asked him who his favourite driver was - well it was very obvious. ‘ do i hope i’ll meet mitch ?? oh, the things i'd do to that man, ‘ he responded to the question posted in the stream. his cocky tone never changed, and if anyone could see under the helmet they’d find him licking his lips at the very idea. but that was all it was, an idea, a daydream, nothing more than that, but his ‘fans’ played up their part. on one of his request shows the drivers name had even swept from his lips as he released over the life size cardboard cutout he'd been gifted. it wasn't like he needed to have any shame.
the night continued like his usual wednesday night streams did, no requests, just some dirty talk until samuel was ready for the main event, tonight it was fucking himself against a red bull branded dildo…don't even ask how he got it. but once he was done, panting audibly from inside his helmet he wished everyone a good sleep and promptly left the room that he reserved solely for his job and finished packing up for his trip from germany to england. thursday media day, and samuel was already there waiting, blonde curls shining on his head, no risk or worries that anyone would know who he was. but the helmet was in hand, waiting, hoping, and the moment he set his eyes on mitch they sparkled in the rare british sunshine. ‘ sign my helmet ?! ’ he joined with a chorus of other fans, hoping for a rare moment with their favourite driver, even if it wasn't likely to be long, or last.




