Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2011 16:21:32 -0800 (PST) From: First Chance Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 12: State Dinner Appreciate the emails, guys. Thanks for sending them. I hope to respond to each of you. -JJ How Martin Blunt Learned to Live Chapter 12: State Dinner Things between Martin and Tim continued normally though Martin sensed this underlying sexual tension. Even though Martin tried to come up with several good reasons why he should not have any romantic interest towards Tim (too young, he works for you, not really sophisticated, etc), none was enough to convince his head to stop his heart from feeling. And that made Martin a little angry. He hated not being in control of himself, but in this area with regards to Tim, he was being ruled by something he could not master. He was sure to keep a healthy distance and not do or say anything too familiar or personal. Besides, work was busy and he had plenty to do to keep his mind and attention elsewhere. He was in the middle of reviewing the India Free Trade Agreement when Tim knocked on Martin's door. "Mr. B. you have a call from the First Lady's office". "Thanks, Timothy. Please close the door." He waited until Tim had left, then picked up the phone. "Good morning, this is Martin Blunt." "One moment, sir, while I connect you", a receptionist said. A few seconds later he heard a click. "Martin Blunt, is that you? It's Susan!", gushed an overly sweet, sing-song voice on the other line. Martin smiled. "Madam First Lady it's good to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?", Martin replied. "Now Martin please don't call me that. Not you", the First Lady joked. They spoke for a few minutes about the crazy first few months of the administration and Martin's new role. "I'm just thrilled you joined out team. Just thrilled." She reminded Martin how much she enjoyed the fundraiser and how happy she was they had met. Martin smelled a plot. "Martin, here's the reason why I am calling. As you know, the Australian Prime Minister is coming to Washington and this Friday night we will host a State Dinner. I would love it if you attended and could keep a friend of mine company. Her name is Anna, and she's wonderful Martin. You will love her. Would you do me that favor and escort her?" Martin couldn't believe it. Exactly what he had tried to escape - being fixed up by others - and now it was back with the First Lady leading the charge. How could he say no? He was stuck. "So what do you think, Martin? Can we count on you for Friday?". "I'd be delighted to join you, and I look forward to meeting Anna, Ma'am", Martin replied. "Wonderful, Martin. I'm so happy. You will love her. Please, join us early for drinks in the residence before the dinner. 5pm. Sooo looking forward to seeing you again, Martin! Until Friday then!" "Goodbye Ma'am. See you on Friday", Martin said. He hung up the phone. "Fuck me", he mumbled. After she heard Martin hang up, the first lady continued her phone call. "Satisfied?", she asked a third party who had listened in. "You did well, Susan. I'll send the girl. Make sure you do your part. Understand?", George Rollins ordered. "Understood", said the First Lady coldly, hanging up the phone. Friday arrived sooner than Martin desired. He brought his tuxedo with him to the office deciding to go straight from work to the White House. At 4pm he started to dress in his private bathroom. He wished he had a crappier hair cut or had broken out with razor burn. But no, Martin looked amazing. His Tom Ford tuxedo was expertly tailored and highlight the fine proportions of his body. He put a little product in his hair to slick it back, and watched as a few strands of bangs fell down to his eyes. Still barefoot, he exited the bathroom missing his jacket and cumber bun. Tim was waiting for him in his office, which made Martin smile. "Good timing, Timothy. Could you help me with this?", he said handing Tim the cumber bun and turning around. Ok- so he's human. He allowed himself a little bit of personal contact. "Sure thing Mr. B", Tim said with a smile. He reached around Martin's hips wrapping him in the cumber bun, and putting his fingers on Martin's lower back, pulled the cumber bun tight to cinch his waist. Martin looked down and laughed. "It's upside down". Tim didn't know there was an upside down as he had never worn a tuxedo, but was glad to put his hands on the small of Martin's back again. That close to his boss, he could see the perfect "v" of his broad shoulders tapering down to his waist, the scoop of his lower back, and the tight mounds of a juicy... "I think that's right", Tim said quickly stepping back. "Woah", he heard himself say in his head "Calm down there tiger". That was close... he didn't need to spring a chub in front of his boss. He did find a reason to stick around long enough to watch Martin put on his socks and shoes, remembering Martin sick in Paris when he got to undress him. He liked seeing those perfect feet again. "OK", he thought. "Some good images for tonight's spank bank." Martin walked the 6 blocks to the White House, catching the eyes of many George Washington students as he cut through their campus. When he got to the security gate, the guards were expecting him and immediately ushered him into the White House residence. He paused for a minute to gather his thoughts. Though he didn't want to meet Anna, he was still inside the White House, climbing the main staircase to the residence of the First Family. Life could be worse. He noticed the portraits of President's past along the walls and the famous central hallway that has appeared in countless backdrops. At the top of the stairs he was met by a handsome young man, the President' son. "Mr Blunt?" "Yes, I'm Martin Blunt. You are the President's youngest son, Joshua, right?" "Just Josh. Good to meet you. I wanted to tell you that I'm an old friend of your body guy Tim. We lived together during the campaign." "Oh, very good Josh. I'll tell him you said hello." "Please do. Tim is awesome, Mr. Blunt. He'll do a great job, he's talented and he's a fast learner. I've seen him try new things and master them in a short period of time. Give him my best", said Josh with a mischievous smile. Martin didn't catch the double meaning. Josh secretly laughed at the private joke he told in public. While they were talking, the First Lady entered the room, greeting Martin with a sugary hello. "Come with me I want you to meet my dear friend Anna." They went into the Treaty Room and Martin met a woman who looked like... a model. She was tall- almost 5'9'', with long, straight blond hair and green eyes. She wore a silver sequined dress, spaghetti straps with a plunging neckline and long slit up the side. She looked beautiful, sexy, revealing, and totally out of place and inappropriate for the White House. "Martin, this is my dear friend Anna Thomas. Anna, this is Martin Blunt. Now let me find my husband and I'll let you two talk", said the first lady who abruptly left. It was a hasty introduction, and 5 seconds after meeting her, Martin was alone, in the White House, with a Victoria's Secret model. "Anna, very nice to meet you." "And you, Martin", said Anna extending her hand up to Martin's face. He smiled, took her hand, and kissed it. "I've heard such great things about you. I am lucky to be escorted by such a beautiful man". Anna spoke slowly, squinting her eyes, very consciously sounding sexy and alluring like a forced Marilyn Monroe impersonation. Martin immediately got the sense she loved the damsel in distress role, and that she was extremely high maintenance. "Now, how about a drink, Mr. Assistant Secretary." She pointed to the bar. Martin smiled politely. "What can I get you?" "Something stiff". Seriously? Is that how this going down? Fuck, just kill me now. Martin forced a smile and mixed two Bombay Martinis. "So what line of work are you in, Anna?" "Oh a little this, a little that. But let's not talk work. Let's talk about you. I want to get to know you better", she said, sitting seductively on the couch. She patted the empty cushion next to her. "Won't you join me". Martin handed her a drink and sat where indicated. "Cheers", he said. "To a night worth remembering." Martin endured 10 minutes of sexual innuendo and barely disguised offers of fellatio with Anna until a butler entered telling them the First Family had already gone downstairs to the State Dinner. Martin was annoyed. Clearly they ditched him with this woman. He escorted her downstairs and they sat at a table in the back corner, no where near the President. During the meal, Martin felt Anna put her hand on his leg. He looked over at her, confused more than surprised, and she winked. "Maybe we can cut out early and go somewhere more private?", she whispered. Martin knew that wouldn't happen. He asked the waiter for another martini. If he was going to be stuck here for another hour, he might as well be intoxicated. When Anna reached a little to close inside his crotch, and Martin ignored it. He was gay- not dead. And no gay man would brush her hand off his lonely cock than a straight man would turn down a handy-j from Tom Brady. But Martin was curious as to the motives of her aggression. When he heard her phone buzz on the table, Martin looked down and saw a text from George Rollins. "I'm sorry I couldn't help but notice. How do you know George Rollins?", he asked. Sexy Anna seemed confused by the simple question. "What? I don't..." "He just sent you a text and you have him in your contacts", Martin responded pointing to her phone. "Oh GEORGE Rollins. Of course. My mistake. Yes I know George. He's an old friend, a dear old friend." "Did you know him before the campaign?", he asked, enjoying her discomfort. "Yes. The campaign. Now let's get back to you, Martin... I want to know more about you", she said trying to end the conversation. Martin was confused. Maybe he didn't need another martini after all. He stood. "Excuse me, going to run to the restroom." Crossing the East Room towards the restroom he ran into the First Lady in the hallway. "Martin! Are you having fun. Isn't Emma just wonderful?" Martin looked at her with a quizzical expression. "You mean Anna, Ma'am". The First Lady began to blush and her voice quickened. "Yes of course Anna! Silly me! No more wine tonight!", she laughed. Martin engaged her quickly. "She is lovely Ma'am. We were just discussing her relationship with George Rollins." The First Lady's face turned serious and she put her hand over her mouth covering a gasp. She motioned her secretaries away and grabbed Martin by the arm leading him to a side stairwell. The Secret Service started to follow but she put her hand up indicating they should keep their distance. They looked suspiciously at Martin, covering their ears with one hand to listen for instructions and speaking into the microphones inside their jacket cuffs. "I'm sorry Martin. I had no choice. Stay away from him. He wants to get to you." "Who? George Rollins? Ma'am I don't know him." "I don't know what he's after. Go quick and get out of here. Just go and stay away from him and thta woman. Go!", she said walking away quickly, Secret Service at her heels, leaving Martin in the great hall. OK- new rule- no more martinis at the White House. What the hell is going on tonight? Martin called over a waiter and took two glasses of champagne. He drank them both and put them on an empty table, walked right past the bathrooms, out the door and gone. Tourists on Pennsylvania Avenue paused to see this handsome man in tuxedo exiting the White House gate wondering who he was. He walked to 15th street and hailed a cab. Something was not right. And he didn't want to find out what it was. He was sure Anna was up to something no good, and the First Lady showed genuine fear when she warned him about George Rollins. He was also slightly drunk and feeling frisky because Anna had her hand in his lap the last 10 minutes. He knew he was going to go home and jerk off, but then got an idea. Probably not a smart idea, but beer muscles also affect the penis. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. "Home in 10 mins u guys want 2 hang out?" Before he got to Independence Avenue he had an answer from McGuire. "yes". When his cab pulled over, Agents Forrester and McGuire were sitting on his front porch waiting for him. "Gentlemen, good to see you again", he said with smile. "I'm drunk." He started to laugh. "Well alright!", laughed McGuire. "Give us a drink and we'll catch up in no time." "Hello Martin", said Forrester all serious and stiff as ever. Martin patted his face. "You need to lighten up tattoo man". Both agents laughed. Martin brought them downstairs to the living room and made them all another martini. He undid his tie and took of his jacket, cumber bun and shoes and plopped down on the sofa. "You look good Martin", McGuire said with a smile. "You fill out a tux well." "Ah- it's nothing. I feel good. You know I could have banged this chick tonight but, you know, been there done that. Weird night. You guys have a good night?", Martin babbled. "We had a good night, Martin. So no interest in getting laid?", Forrester asked bluntly. "Oh I'm interested. But just not with her". McGuire sat down next to Martin and put his hand on his leg. "Maybe with us?", he asked. Martin looked at him, then at Forrester. "You know we feel like we owe you and this could be some payback", Forrester said. McGuire had grabbed Martin's crotch and begun to squeeze slightly. Martin felt an erection beginning to build. Forrester came and sat on his other side and put his tongue in Martin's ear, licking gently. He whispered, "my man here has a great ass, and I'd have fun tagging it with you", he said putting his hand on Martin's other leg. Martin turned his head left and right and looked at them both, but didn't respond. "Or, Forrester here has a talented cock, and he'd be glad to give it to you, if that's your preference", McGuire said with a devious smile, eager to see Martin plowed by his tattoo covered Marine boyfriend. Martin smiled and blushed a little. He had thought about a threeway so many times, jerked off to videos, fantasized about himself being in one. Here was his chance, two hot Marine studs interested... and suddenly he was chickening out. For some reason he kept thinking of... Tim. Was it a mistake to invite these guys over? Would they be pissed if he said no? Yeah- no more martinis at the White House was a new rule. "I... I don't know I've never done this before." Sensing Martin was a little uncomfortable, Forrester changed tactics. "You know Martin you walked in on us that first time. Why don't you sit back and watch the whole thing. Would that be cool?" Martin nodded and smiled thinking a real life porn was no problem as he would have watched a recorded one anyway. Forrester reached across Martin's lap and grabbed his boyfriend, pulling him over and began kissing him under Martin's nose. They rolled onto the ground still lip locked and began to remove each others shirt. Martin grabbed his drink and began to watch the show. Forrester had McGuire completely stripped, his pale, white freckled body and bright red hair and bush fully exposed feet from Martin's front row seat. The air began to fill with the stench of musty manhood as Forrester attacked his lover's cock and balls, swallowing deeply, inhaling, savoring, drooling as he fondled McGuire's balls and buried his nose in his pubic hair fully swallowing his cock. McGuire's body moved and swayed in a rhythmic dance on Martin's berber carpet as he let out gasps and moans. Forrester flipped his boyfriend over onto all fours and grabbed his hips, pulling his ass close to his face. He pushed open McGuire's cheeks and buried his face into the hole licking and slobbering. McGuire moaned loudly, reached out and grabbed Martin's foot wrapping his arm around his ankle like it was sturdy pole in a wind storm. Martin looked down McGuire's pale back noticing the bumps of each vertebrae along his spine and the plump white mounds of ass pushed out far for his boyfriend's consumption. Forrester, serious and stoic all the time, was a total dominant lover, taking control, pushing, pulling, rearranging and repositioning his lover but always ensuring maximum pleasure. He flipped McGuire onto his back even grabbing a pillow off the couch for him to rest his head on, placing it right in between Martin's feet. He grabbed McGuire's legs and pushed forward bending him in half, McGuire's knees in his stomach. "Grab his feet Martin", Forrester ordered. Martin put down his drink, leaned forward and grabbed McGuire's ankles and held his body in a bent position seeing his cock release the first drops of precum onto his own chest. With his ass lifted in the air, Forrester had an ideal angle to continue his meal and dug his tongue deep inside McGuire's ass again, moaning, spitting, licking, sucking "Fuck baby you taste so good. I love your ass" as he savored McGuire's ass juices. "You want my cock?" he asked McGuire. "Yeah com'on and fuck me", McGuire called back. Forrester removed his pants and boxers and Martin saw his uncut hard-on pop out. "Get me ready for your perfect ass, baby", Forrester said pushing Martin's hands off McGuire's ankles. Martin leaned back in the couch feeling a steady stream of precum begin to run down his groin. McGuire got on his hands and knees in front of his kneeling boyfriend and began to attack his cock with his mouth swallowing it in one motion, burying his nose deep inside Forrester's bush. Forrester put his right knee down giving Martin a better view. He grabbed the back of McGuire's head with his left hand and began to take control of the thrusts, face fucking his boyfriend who moaned in pleasure. Forrester looked over at Martin as he did this and winked, a gesture of pure cocky Marine arrogance. "See me conquering! See me in control" his wink screamed out. Martin loved it. Seeing this tattoo-covered stud dominating his boyfriend's mouth with his cock was erotic and hot. Forrester pulled his lover up to his knees to face him and kissed him passionately enjoy the taste of his cock in his mouth and sharing with McGuire the flavor of his own ass. Their raging hard-ons poked each other as they kissed. McGuire encouraged his boyfriend. "Show Martin how good you are at fucking me", he moaned between kisses. "Yeah, baby? You want Martin to see my cock in your ass", Forrester moaned, grabbing his lover's ass with his hands. "Take my ass", McGuire commanded. Forrester smiled, pushed McGuire onto his back, and scrambled over to his coat to get a small bottle of lube. He took McGuire by his legs and slid his hard on up and down his ass cheeks, teasing his asshole with his prick. McGuire took a hold of his thighs and pulled them back for easy access. "Fuck me Jeff. Fuck me now", he moaned. Martin was uncomfortable his prick was so hard. He instinctively started to rub his crotch through his tuxedo pants. Forrester lubed up his cock and his lovers ass inserting one, then two fingers in his waiting hole. McGuire squirmed in delight, rolling his head around, his shoulders shaking, his waist responding to every thrust of his lovers hand. He let out a loud groan as Forrester inserted his cock in one quick motion. "Awe fuck! FUCK!" he almost shouted as Forrester began to plunge his cock fast and furious in and out in quick, hard motions. The slapping of their bodies was enough to wake the neighbors. Martin watched with jealous fascination as McGuire's pale body started to turn a deeper shade of red, his stiff cock slapping off his own stomach as Forrester's stern face began to show expressions of pleasure and lust. Forrester's tattoos shoulders and arms were tense, glistening slightly with sweat, his tight, skinny waist and stomach were taut and heaving as he concentrated on pleasuring McGuire with the rigor of his love making. He bent McGuire in half, pressing his legs down against his chest, using his weight to keep McGuire in position, and kissed him violently, like one would expect a Marine to kiss another Marine. McGuire reached up and grabbed Forrester's head, holding it close to his own moaning in pleasure. "Fuck you are so hot. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me hard baby. Fuck me hard", he cried out, encouraging and affirming the aggressive lovemaking technique of his boyfriend. He let his hands slide down Forrester's tight body, landing them eventually on his tiny ass, pulling him in closer for a deeper fuck. "I want your load in me. I want it bad", he moaned. "Let Martin see you cum inside me". "Yeah baby I'll give you my load. You read for it? Fuck I'm gonna cum. You ready for this, Marine? You ready? FUCK", he shouted as he sat up quickly, pulling his cock out of McGuire's ass. Martin watched the first shot of ejaculate fly out of Forrester's throbbing cock, landing on McGuire's stomach. Forrester quickly inserted it back in his lover's ass and continued to pump hard, moaning the entire time "AH! Fuck. FUCK! God damn baby. Take my load". McGuire cheered him on "Yeah man! Come in my ass. Give me your load. Fuck it feels so good inside me." He scooped up Forrester's cum off his chest and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. "Keep pumping me", he almost begged as Forrester grabbed a hold of his cock and began to jerk it hard, still pumping his ass mixing the cum deep inside him. McGuire didn't take long to cum and within second he began to twitch and his eyes closed. "Fuck man I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!", he shouted at Forrester who quickly lowered his head to take the load in his mouth. His cock sprayed all over Forrester's face, who then quickly closed his mouth over McGuire's cock and sucked greedily at the exploding head. McGuire moaned in delight watching his boyfriend feast on his jizz. Forrester finished swallowing and climbed up to his lover's face giving him a deep, open mouth kiss. McGuire licked his face, lapping up the spray of cum from his cheeks and forehead. "Fuck you are amazing baby", he said to Forrester. "I love it when you take my load". "I love your cum", he moaned. "You want more cum, baby? You want to share some cum with me?" "Yeah, let's share more cum", Forrester said with a devilish grin, understanding his boyfriend's hint. Quickly they scrambled over to Martin was was still watching, and suddenly stunned they were on him. Forrester grabbed for his pants, trying to undo the fly while McGuire pulled at this shirt untucking it. Martin began to protest. "No! Wait- what are you guys- no stop!" he said, half serious, half laughing, completely caught off guard. But he was drunk, they were quick, and he was horny. Within seconds they had his pants and boxers off him, and had yanked him half off the couch so his back was resting on the cushion but his ass was hanging over the edge, like he was doing bench presses. They went to town on Martin's hot body. Forrester licked at the trails of precum that had poured down his thigh while McGuire began sucking deeply at his ball sack, coating each testicle with saliva. "Fuck you have a big dick", Forrester exclaimed as he started to lick at the shaft, savoring each drop of precum that had oozed out. "God damn your cock is beautiful". He grabbed McGuire's head and pushed Martin's cock in his mouth, pushing down on his head forcing him to swallow as much as possible. "You look so hot doing that! Fuck yeah! Swallow that cock, baby", he coached. McGuire struggled to swallow more, not used to sucking a cock so much bigger than his boyfriend's. Forrester took a turn sucking on Martin's balls underneath his boyfriend's cock sucking head. He worked his way down Martin's sack to his taint and started to go down to his asshole for a taste. Though he loved McGuire, there was no denying Martin was beautiful and sexy, and sharing him with his boyfriend was a real treat. Martin had never experienced such pleasure- one tongue on his asshole, another on his cock, hands all over his ass, waist, and legs. He was overrun by sensation and feeling. He watched Forrester's tattooed body disappear underneath him, feeling his tongue push against his sweaty asshole. He watched the ginger McGuire trying to swallow his cock. He could take no more. His legs started to twitch and his insides began to burn. He wanted to make it last, he wanted to go on longer but he couldn't. "I'm... I'm going to cum", he whispered, too overcome by ecstasy to speak. "I'm going to cum!" he repeated louder. Forrester sat up next to McGuire, their mouth pressed together with the tip of Martin's cock facing them. He kept pumping Martin's balls and, without invitation, began to insert his finger inside Martin's ass. That pushed Martin over the edge and a huge spurt of cum flew from his cock landing on both then faces. "Fuck! Ah fuck! I'm cumming", he panted. Forrester grabbed Martin's cock and pumped vigorously, aiming the cock at both their facing spraying his cum all over their tongues, lips and cheeks. Martin kept cumming, four, five large spurts of jizz flew from his cock as he gasped for breath. Forrester took his cock in his mouth and sucked out the rest, swallowing the remaining few drops, pumping the shaft with his lips, greedy for every drop. When he shot no more, he let Martin's cock slide out of his mouth and took to licking his lover's face, tasting every drop of Martin's cum. Martin sat bare ass on the couch, still wearing a tuxedo shirt and black socks, his loosened tie hanging around his neck, slightly stroking his now limp cock, watching the two naked Marines lick and lap and share their host's cum as they rolled on the floor in front of him. The Marines stopped their kissing and lay on the floor, recovering their stamina and beginning to breathe normally again. Finally McGuire spoke first. "Thanks for having us over, Martin", he said with a laugh. Martin smiled. "You guys are good guests. Thanks for, ugh, taking care of me". "You know Martin, us Marine always shower together after our workouts. It's part of the bond of our brotherhood". "Well, I'm not a Marine guys. But you go ahead. And I hope you'll stay over tonight, too". The guys thanked him for the offer and grabbed their clothes and walked naked up the stairs to the guest room where they had stayed before. Martin sat alone in the basement a few minutes longer. He felt much less tense now that shot his load, and was surprised by how Forrester, the more stoic and severe of the two, was into swallowing cum. The basement still smelled strong of sex and sweat and cum, and Martin enjoyed the odor and the manliness of tonight's sex. He heard his phone beep and retrieved an email from Tim. "Mr. B- Hope the State Dinner went well. Have a good weekend. -Tim" Odd, he thought, that Tim would email him like that. Just to say hello. Just to let Martin know he was thinking about him. Martin looked over at the pool table where he got close to Tim the first, and only, time. And reading that email again, felt an erection start to build. He knew the guys were fucking again upstairs in the shower. But he didn't need to watch them to get hard. He need just remember Tim down here, in the basement, smell the stench of man sex that lingered, think of Tim thinking of him... and Martin lay down on the pool table, dick in hand, and began to jerk himself. Sure the blowjob from the Marines was hot. But the idea of being with Tim, the fantasy now in his head... that got Martin harder than any porn, live or on his laptop, ever could.