Race With a Heart
Chapter 162: Quick Doesn’t Mean Bad Quality

Chapter 162: Quick Doesn’t Mean Bad Quality

They really couldn’t waste any time because it would seem strange to people that they disappeared so suddenly, both of them.

Admittedly, they did so at different times and few people ever saw them together, but word by word, word would spread that Steve had turned up at the Fergus Stables and people would want to see him. It was, after all, his first visit to this place since he left the hospital and people had already missed him, which Martin knew perfectly well, as he heard every now and then sighs and people asking Allen questions when Steve was going back and how he was feeling.

Steve really was loved at the Fergus Stables.

But no one loved him as much as Martin, and the boy was able to prove it to him day and night, even though he knew he didn’t have to. He knew how special he was to Paxton himself, as he had witnessed Steve pierce the cocoon of loneliness and lack of self-esteem that enveloped him and slowly turn him into a beautiful butterfly.

And that butterfly was all Martin’s, just as Martin was entirely his.

So they had to rush and get their desires satisfied, maybe without a long foreplay, but they would always be able to compensate for it in the bedroom. At this point, they had to confine themselves to a very hasty act. ’Hasty’ did not mean bad quality. The quick, stealthy adventure had its advantages too.

Steve’s proud penis quickly reached the required size and hardness. When that happened, Martin swiftly pulled a condom from his pocket and began to put it on his lover.

"I love it when you come inside me," Martin announced, "but now we don’t have time to wait for it to come out of me, and I can not held it in too long, so, you know."

"Since when did you start carrying something like this with you?" Paxton was surprised.

" Since you took me on a convertible," explained Martin.

"But you’ve never used it before!"

"But I say I love it when you come inside me!"

Steve swallowed so loudly that Martin heard the telltale noise and felt a flame in his face and in his pants - both front and back. To know that a lover wants him so much!

"Shit, I can’t take it, Martin!" Steve scooped him into his arms as soon as the boy started to get up and pushed him against the wall. "You care so much about my needs ..."

"Don’t overestimate me," Martin announced and, pulling off his pants, turned to face the wall. For a better balance, he spread his legs (not too wide, because he was constrained by trousers), then pushed his buttocks out and leaned against the cold wall. "These are also my needs."

His behavior was more than provocative, but they didn’t have time to stalk. And Martin really wanted Steve in him right now.

For now, he only felt a finger, but it also brought him a very exciting sensation.

"We’ve been making love a lot lately," Steve remarked, "so you’re a little looser. I could enter you right away ... "

"So do it!" Martin urged him. "Hurry up, or someone will see us ... Ah!"

The boy himself covered his mouth with his hand to muffle the scream that came out of him.

The hard battering ram slowly began to open the entrance to Martin’s tunnel, giving him both discomfort and pleasure. The very entrance to his hot, wet and very soft tunnel ended with so many tender points that the moment a foreign body began to caress it with any force, pleasure radiated to the brain. Once upon a time, at the beginning, Martin could fight her, now he could only wait for this delight and beg for it ...

Steve leaned over him and embraced his torso and penis. When the left hand, tucked under his shirt, played with Martin’s nipple, the right hand caressed his genitals, wandering between the sensitive testicles and the already hard, proudly protruding penis. At the same time, incessantly, back there, Paxton’s big cock was pushing Martin’s soft interior, giving him another wave of physical pleasure.

Martin wanted to moan, he wanted to writhe and weep, but he didn’t have time for that. Hot with the furtive love he was just committing, the boy shook his head. Every move of Steve’s hips, every move of his hands was a confession of how much Paxton adored Martin’s body... and him himself. They were like... a declaration of love.

Martin could feel Steve’s breath on him, heavy and hurried and hot enough to almost burn his neck.

’Oh yeah!’ Thought Martin. ’Yes! Yes! Yes!!!’

They burst out simultaneously as if it were the result of Steve’s deliberate action. Probably it was, because Steve was a real master at bringing Martin to ecstasy, and nothing made him so happy than having an orgasm at the same time. For Martin, it was a wonderful connection, in fact the unity of lovers. When their hearts merged into one rhythm, when their bodies were fulfilled at the same moment, it was ...

"Are you satisfied?" Steve asked as he slipped out of Martin.

"Oh, yeah ..." gasped, gasping for breath, Martin. He began to pull on his underwear and pants while Paxton used his shoe to scrape the leaves that had fallen from the tree and hid the marks that Martin had left behind.

Steve tidied himself up and then started helping Martin. He straightened his shirt and sweatshirt, straightened his hair and looked deep into his eyes, only for a moment, but it was enough for Martin to feel a huge dose of love in his gaze.

Paxton kissed him suddenly, neither furtively nor too passionately, but that kiss, too, was like the most tender confession for Martin.

And then came the third confession.

"I love you," Steve announced. "I love you so much that without you there is no life for me."

It was beautiful and terrible. Steve really loved him that much!

"I love you too," assured Martin. "I love you exactly the same."

Paxton smiled warmly but took two steps away from Martin. Their breathing slowly calmed down, and in a few moments they would both be able to show up in public without fear of their romance being discovered.

Steve recovered first.

"I don’t want to spoil your mood, but what are you going to do with Alston?" Paxton asked Martin.

"I?" the boy was surprised. "Why should I do anything with him? Ah, right."

Martin remembered both assaults Don had committed against him. They weren’t good memories, but luckily they didn’t hurt him too much. In both cases, Steve appeared next to him right after it happened, and his hands and another part of his body threw the feeling of humiliation and disgust from Martin’s mind and heart. Martin forgave Alston the first attack a long time ago.

"I think Don really regrets what he has done and has really given up on me," he told Paxton. "Besides ... If he was punished as he claims, and here I completely believe him, I think I can forgive him. I think he already got what he deserved. "

"Will you be able to work with him?" Steve expressed concern.

"As for what he did to me, yes, but what he did to you ..."

Paxton took a deep breath. He turned sideways and looked somewhere into space, as if to see something far beyond the horizon. The look on his face was very similar to what Martin saw him with on the first day, and he fell in love without realizing it. Now the boy’s heart twitched too. Steve looked absolutely beautiful at that moment, almost mystical. He had to suffer so much because of Don! Martin will never forgive Alston! Never!

"Now that I know I really was the target," Paxton said, not taking his eyes off the empty space, "I feel very strange. Previously, I suspected this was the case and made various assumptions about who was doing this to me and why? Is this a punishment for what happened to Hannah? Is it a penance for my poor conduct? Or maybe someone hates me so much? Why does someone hate me so much? The reason Don gave is shallow, but... but I prefer this to the alternative. I think I’m even happy and relieved that this is not real hatred, but the ambition of a stupid brat."

"Steve, you never said you had thoughts like that ..." Martin shyly touched his hand.

"Because I only had them when I was away from you," Paxton explained and took Martin’s hands. "They were all flying by with you. There were no bad thoughts with you. That’s why I always clung to you without even realizing it."

The words squeezed Martin’s heart. Was he really that important to Steve? It was hard to believe, because probably every love has a certain shyness and doubt about it, because who could believe in the truth of such a strong feeling? Who could believe he’s loved that much?

"So ... what are you going to do with Don?"

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