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.
