Race With a Heart
Chapter 178: Heavy Steps on the Stairs are Approaching

Chapter 178: Heavy Steps on the Stairs are Approaching

Martin wanted to answer that, but couldn’t find the words. All he knew was that his penis twitched restlessly again.

"How can someone be as perverted as you?!" Martin called and ran quickly up the stairs. He ran into the bedroom and, closing the door behind him, leaned his back against it.

"Steve, you really ..."

Martin was red with indignation and with the heat that seized his body. Maybe Steve was totally perverted, but what was Martin going to say when the mere thought of his man’s perversion made him hard? Was he better at anything?

Never mind, they weren’t doing anything wrong. They weren’t hurting anyone by what they did in the bedroom... or anywhere else.

Only that Martin was brought up in a good, decent family valuing family values, where even between a man and a woman who made love and were married, certain standards had to be maintained. What Martin was doing with Paxton was just a completely different dimension of pleasure that would have shocked all the ladies in his town and probably half of the men - the other half would probably want to experience something similar, though probably in the company of a woman, not a man. Anyway, if someone in their town screamed with delight while having sex ...

Martin was already burning all over his face and more. He remembered all those moments when Steve had gotten into him with all his might, taking him with such passion as if he couldn’t hold back the lust caused by Martin. A bit of pain and a lot of pleasure when Martin melted under his lover’s body...

Where’s the bed? Where’s the light switch?

He found the bed with his eyes, bathed in the silver moonlight that penetrated through the huge window. The light switch should be over here by the door somewhere. But actually do they need light? The darkness took away eyesight, but it ignited other senses. The touch was then more sensitive and the hearing caught even the slightest changes in the lover’s breathing. They don’t need light to be satisfied, and if Steve liked it, let them play in the bedclothes.

Martin kicked off his boots, took off his jacket, socks and pants. He also took off the rest of the clothes. The house wasn’t warm yet, so he felt a chill on his flushed skin. He quickly jumped under the covers, silently begging Steve not to make him wait long for himself.

Every second of waiting was a pain for Martin. The mere thought of what awaited him when Paxton finally took him in his arms showed signs of readiness. His hand slowly moved towards the organ and touched it causing an additional reaction. Martin was looking forward to it so much!

Suddenly he heard the slow, heavy footsteps of someone climbing the stairs. The footsteps grew louder and closer with each passing second. The boy shuddered with excitement. Steve is coming! Finally. But the steps stopped in front of the door and fell silent.

Wait a minute, was it really Steve? Martin felt a certain uncertainty. These steps were much heavier than Steve’s, as if they belonged to someone twice or three times the weight of the driver. They were also slow, as if a much older man were setting them up. In addition, they did not enter the bedroom, stopped in front of her door, as if unsure what to do next.

Martin and Steve entered an empty house, but are you sure an empty one? What if there was a wild tenant or a burglar in the house? He heard them and decided to get rid of the witnesses. He watched them from hiding and waited for them to separate so he could take them out more easily?

If he found Steve alone in the living room and ...

They said on the radio that there had been a daring theft with a break-in and a assault in the area ...

Martin, in the darkness lit only by the moonlight, began to look for something that could hit the attacker. If that someone had dealt with Steve, Martin had no chance without a some kind of weapon. If he could find anything to hit that man in the head...

Too late.

The door began to open ...

***

Matilda, who was cleaning an uninhabited house in this area, quickly finished her sudden work. The owner called a few hours ago and said he would be home today and asked if the house was fit for guests. Matilda assured him yes, of course everything was prepared as he paid for it, but the truth was that the woman had neglected her duties a bit and did not always provide fresh linen. All the time she had been working for him, the owner had only shown up once and even then hadn’t spent the night, so why change and work the sheets every week if she can do it monthly? The owner should call in advance and ask to turn on the heating or to prepare a meal. So Matilda decided that she no needed to do unnecessary work. So she kept the house clean, but here and there it would be good to clean up before people actually appeared in it.

The woman finished work after sunset. The owner of the house was paying her well and she did not want him to fire her for some detected negligence. While cleaning was not her main occupation, the extra money was always useful at home.

She was not far from her house, but she felt a certain unease as she walked in the evening through the overgrown area that had once been a park, now more like a forest. Recently, a burglar appeared in the area, severely beaten a couple who had returned from the city earlier than they were planning and found the burglar. They were both still in the hospital. It is true that Matilda will not find anyone stealing anymore, because she has already left the house, but who knows if the burglar is lurking somewhere in the area and is not going to remove the inconvenient witness who might accidentally see his silhouette or even his face somewhere in the darkness ...

Matilda felt a shiver and quickened her pace. She definitely did not want to meet a brutal burglar.

***

The door swung open and a figure smaller than the giant Martin had begun to imagine slowly slipped in.

"Are you sleeping already?" the man who entered asked softly.

"God damn it, Steve!" Martin exclaimed furiously. "Why are you scaring me?"

"Did I scare you?" the driver was surprised. "Why?"

"Why did you go up the stairs so hard?! I thought it was someone else!"

"Who? We are alone. Why are you sitting in the dark? The light doesn’t work?"

"Leave it," Martin asked. "It’s okay."

First his fear was gone, then his indignation, and now Martin was just ashamed that he had mistaken Steve for some terrible burglar-murderer.

Paxton started approaching the bed, and only now did the boy notice that he had a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand.

So that’s why Steve didn’t come that long!

"Why were you going up the stairs so loud?" asked Martin, still a bit nervous, wanting to hide his agitation.

"I wanted you to hear me," Steve announced, setting glasses on the cupboard and pouring wine into them.

"Why did you stop at the door?"

"Because through the keyhole I couldn’t see the light from inside. I thought maybe you fell asleep tired from the journey, and I was hesitant to enter. I didn’t want to wake you up." Steve sat on the edge of the bed and handed Martin a glass of red wine. "Did I scare you very much?"

Martin did not enjoy his wine. He drank it right away, too embarrassed to admit that Paxton had actually scared him pretty well. But it was this behavior that showed Steve how scared Martin was.

"Poor thing" Paxton put down his glass and stroked its cheek. "Alone in a strange house, and someone terrible is approaching. Is that why you hid under the covers? But wait a minute, where are your clothes? "

Steve vigorously uncovered Martin before he could react in any way.

"I didn’t hide!" Martin cried desperately, even more desperately trying to hide his erection. "I..."

"So this is how you wanted to say hello to a burglar? A stranger?" Paxton asked mockingly, but his voice was wonderfully erotic. "You wanted to beat him with that hard stick?"

"Steve ..." Martin groaned pleadingly in shame. After all, Paxton knew it was wrong! Why did he humiliate him and at the same time inflame him so much?

Paxton got up and began undressing without fuss. Other items of his clothes fell on the floor, thrown haphazardly.

"If you wanted to greet every man who walked through that door in such a state," Steve announced in a voice already harsh with excitement, "I can’t waste your gift. If you were ready to give yourself to someone else ... "

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