Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 16:23:00 -0800 (PST)
From: First Chance <first.chance11@yahoo.com>
Subject: How Martin Blunt Learned to Live  Chapter 16: On the Right Path

Thank you guys.  It's been a great experience writing about Martin
and hearing from you.  Would love your thoughts as the next part
starts taking shape.
-JJ

How Martin Blunt Learned to Live

Chapter Sixteen: On the Right Path

When the taxi pulled up to his rowhouse, Martin saw Tim sitting on the
steps of the porch waiting for him. He was wearing jeans, worn in tennis
shoes, and the bottom of a gray tee shirt poked through a hooded Ohio State
sweatshirt. He walked to the taxi and opened the door, taking Martin's bag.

"Hi Mr. B. Hope your trip went well", he said cheerfully. Tim was surprised
to see what Martin was wearing. He didn't normally dress in so much black.
But something had been with Martin for a few days now. Since they got back
from Paris last week, Martin had been a little distant and extremely
proper, like he was indirectly telling Tim everything they did together was
a mistake and shouldn't be construed as the new normal of their
relationship.  Tim understood, even though he was a hurt and sad. While
they were lying together on the bed after they jerked off, Tim had allowed
himself to think something might start between them. Martin had shown such
signs of intimacy like inviting him to sleep in his bed, and Tim thought
this meant something. He had fallen for Martin, and hoped the feeling was
the same. As the week progressed he realized it was a crazy dream. Martin
was his boss, and bosses usually hit on their assistants. Tim watched Mad
Men. No reason why gay bosses shouldn't do it, too.

"Timothy, thanks for coming over. The trip went well but some things have
come up and I figured it best we tackle them now. Is that OK?", Martin said
formally.

"Sure, no problem boss", Tim replied following Martin up the stairs to his
house. Martin put his bag down, took off his leather jacket and hung it up
in the closet and invited Tim to sit down.

"Can I get you anything?", Martin asked.

"No, I'm good, thanks." Tim replied.

"Well I'm going to get a drink. I need a drink." Tim watched while Martin
took off his shoes and put them on the staircase and walked to the back of
the house. He returned with bottle of Sam Adams. He was so deliberate in
his actions and so quiet, that Tim was beginning to get nervous.

"I've got something to tell you. I just need you to trust me, but not ask
any questions. OK?", Martin said directly.

"OK", Tim said nervously.

"I took care of it. You're safe."

Tim got an inquisitive look on his face. It took a second to process. Could
he mean... "You mean George Rol..."

Martin cut him off. "It's done." Tim was relieved and confused.

"I...I don't know what to say. It's over. Wow. Mr. B I don't know how to
thank you! You don't know how hard these past months have been!. Holy
CRAP," it started to sink in "HOLY CRAP. It's over! It's like a weight has
been lifted from my shoulder! Thank you!". Tim got up and ran over to
Martin to give him a hug. Martin stood and welcomed the embrace, which
lasted several seconds. When they separated, Tim was truly beaming with
joy, and Martin took him and sat with him on the couch, right next to each
other.

"That's the good news. And it is good news, and I'm happy for you it's
over. But there's some bad news", Martin said. He saw Tim's smile vanish
and his eyes widen. "Timothy, that man was able to blackmail you because
Josh was trying to keep a secret he knew could hurt his father. Similarly,
I've been keeping a secret and if it were to come out, it could be really
damaging."

"It won't come out. I won't tell. I promise you that", Tim pleaded.

"I kow that, Timothy, and I trust you. But what we did together in
Paris... well, I'm your boss, and I could be accused of taking advantage of
you."

"But you didn't. It was mutual. I wanted to be with you and do all that",
Tim protested.

"I know you did, and I did too. But from an outside perspective, well, I
broke a few ethics laws and I could get fired if someone found
out. Honestly, when you discovered my secret, I felt like I had to buy your
discretion. But in the course of that plan, I discovered you had your own
secret. And that created something between us that could get us in
trouble. We took care of one bad guy tonight, but there are others. And we
need to be sure we don't do anything like that again.

"I wouldn't tell!"

"No, I know you wouldn't. But I would."

Tim looked hurt and confused. "Why would you tell anyone?", he asked
meekly, with his eyes starting to well up.

"Because I want to be with you again", he took Tim by the hand. "And I hope
you want to be with me." Tim's tears turned from sorrow to joy and a smile,
the brightest and fullest smile Martin had ever seen, broke out from ear to
ear. Martin put his hand on Tim's cheek and wiped away the tears with his
thumb. Tim leaned into Martin's palm and kissed it. Martin drew Tim's face
in and put his lips on Tim's, in a delicate and tender kiss, feeling the
softness of his tongue and the sweetness of his breath. For a second,
Martin thought of Jon, and not because he missed Jon, but because this was
the first time he kissed someone with such love and affection since
him. Only this was better. Tim knew his secrets, knew him from the inside,
and Tim was truly his. When they separated, Martin asked "Would you stay
with me tonight?". Tim nodded, and Martin stood, taking him by the hand and
silently led him upstairs to his bedroom.

Martin's bedroom was spacious and inviting with minimal decoration and
clean, straight lines. Martin clicked the gas fireplace on, and a warm
gentle dance of flame filled the room. He turned off the other lights and
and stood before Tim looking at him with great love. He put his hand on
Tim's hips and picked up the sweatshirt, pulling it over his head. He did
the same to the tee shirt, and admired Tim standing there shirtless in
jeans, a serious bulge forming at the crotch. He put his hands on Tim's
naked shoulders, letting his fingers run down to arms, squeezing Tim's
tight biceps, back up the shoulders, and then down the front of Tim's bare
chest. Tim closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Martin's hands
explored Tim's body, his thumbs making small circles on Tim's nipples,
gliding his fingers down his abdomen and poking gently as the navel. His
hand held Tim's waist, then ran up Tim's back as Martin pulled him closer
for another kiss, this one deeper, wetter, his lips sucking on Tim's
tongue, intensely breathing through his nose as he gently ran his finger
tips up Tim's back.

He could kiss Tim all night.

Martin walked Tim over to the bed and sat him down. Kneeling in front of
him he unlaced and removed his shoes, then his socks. He reached for Tim's
crotch and unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper and
peeled his jeans and boxers off leaving Tim completely naked. For a few
seconds Martin stared at Tim's body. The pretty color of his reddish brown
hair, a little too long and messy, the powerful cock, thick and strong,
almost a little too big for his thin frame. He kissed the insides of Tim's
thighs and ran his hands up and down the back of Tim's calves. Finally,
Martin leaned forward and curled his tongue around the tip of Tim's hard
cock, and pulled it into his mouth. He looked at Tim while he sucked his
cock, admiring the sweetness of his face and the softness of his
features. Their eyes spoke for them as both received tremendous
pleasure. Tim reached down at Martin's tee shirt and pulled it off. Seeing
his muscles and the manly definition of Martin's body made his erection
even stronger. Surely this was a dream. Martin couldn't be this beautiful,
and he couldn't be mine, he thought.

Martin stood and quickly removed his clothes. Tim saw how stained his
boxers were already, and couldn't wait to have some of that precum on his
lips. Martin pulled the covers down from the bed and invited Tim to lie
down with him. Their bodies intertwined, arms and legs mixed together as
they kissed deeply letting their hands free to explore every muscle and
bump and hole and hair of their bodies. Martin looked at Tim intently and
whispered "I've been very careful my whole life. And I know I am safe. And
I want you to trust me on that."

"I trust you completely. And you can trust me too", Tim replied.

Martin smiled, and reached over to a nightstand drawer and pulled out a
bottle of lube. Tim thought it was cute that he kept it right there. Even
though he was older, he still does things like any other guy. Tim was
excited. Tonight it was going to happen. He was going to lose his virginity
to Martin. He was so glad he had waited for the right guy.

"I've never done this before", he whispered to Martin.

Martin kissed him. "I won't do anything you don't want", he said.

"No, I want to."

He watched Martin open the bottle and squirt some lube onto his hand, and
then rub it all over Tim's cock. It made him shiver and felt cold, but the
slippery pressure was amazing and he fought back cumming. He didn't want
Martin to tease him. But Martin wasn't teasing him. Martin was prepping
him. Before Tim realized it, Martin was squatting above him, and guiding
Tim's lubed cock towards his ass. Tim was going to have sex with Martin
tonight, but he was going to be the top.

He watched as Martin let his weight come down and felt his cock slide
inside Martin's tight ass. Martin's eyes were closed, and his face looked
peaceful and serene as Tim's large cock worked its way inside. Finally he
felt himself sitting on Tim's pelvis and could feel his balls resiting on
Tim's stomach. He was in all the way. Martin opened his eyes and looked at
his lover who had a tear in his eye. Martin leaned forward so he could
bring his face closer to Tim's and he whispered "Are you OK?".

Tim could only mumble back, "I only dreamed this could happen."

Martin smiled and slowly raised his ass, feeling Tim's cock sliding out,
and watching Tim's face as the sensitive head and shaft of his cock were
squeezed by his tight ass muscles. When Martin felt the tip near his hole,
he lowered his ass sat back down slowly, and Tim's whole body trembled with
pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed Tim softly and delicately as they
made love. Tim had one hand on Martin's ass and with the other he carefully
squeezed Martin's balls as long, thick streams of precum poured onto his
chest from Martin's throbbing cock.

"Let me taste you", Timothy whispered. Martin scooped up some of the precum
off Tim's chest and fed it to him. Tim sucked delicately at his fingers,
savoring the salty sweet taste of Martin's precum.

Martin rolled over and lay on his back, and he pulled Tim over him between
his legs to make love to him missionary style. Tim felt Martin wrap his
huge legs around his waist and lock him like a pretzel. He pushed back on
Martin's thighs lifting his ass further in the air as he slide in and out
of his ass in long, slow strokes. Each penetration was meaningful. Each
thrust was felt in exquisite detail. Tim looked down and watched his cock
disappear inside Martin's perfect ass until it was completely gone and
their bodies were pressed against each other. They kissed and Martin
wrapped his arms around Tim's neck and held him close, loving each kiss,
savoring each penetration. Tim made love to him- it was much different that
getting laid or being fucked. It felt magical. It was spiritual.

Martin knew he was ready. He had know it for a long time. He had to learn
to live. Looking closely at Tim, feeling Tim's powerful cock deep inside
his ass, seeing the emotion in his eyes, Martin put his hands on Tim's
face, drew him in close and said "Timothy I love you." He watched as Tim's
eyes welled again, and felt an explosion inside him. Tim was cumming. It
was if hearing those words from Martin caused and yet overpowered his
orgasm. He kissed Martin gently moaning, finally realizing his
ejaculation. Martin could feel Tim's tears fall on his face as his ass
continued to fill with Tim's seed. Tim whispered back "I love you Martin"
and grabbed Martin's cock, slowly jerking it, still thrusting his oozing
cock into Martin. What a beautiful sight he was, slightly crying with joy,
holding Martin's cock in his hand, penetrating the ass of a larger,
stronger, older lover. Martin closed his eyes and felt the first shot of
his cum hit him on the face. He shot long strands of pure white cum that
flew like webs from a spider and left ropes up and down his chest and on
his pecs.

Tim slowly pulled out of Martin's ass, and lay on top of him, and licked
the cum off his face. He pushed some of it with his tongue towards Martin's
mouth. Martin opened, and let Tim feed him his cum. Then they kissed and
shared the flavor of their love making. Martin embraced Tim hard, holding
him with his might, almost afraid to let go. He loved Tim and never wanted
Tim anywhere but in his arms. They kissed for a long time, stroking each
others bodies, sharing their love through touch and taste. Martin took a
dominate position again and gently, yet deliberately pushed Tim on his left
side and spooned him from behind, recreating the position they shared in
Paris. Tim could feel Martin's cock in between his ass cheeks gently
leaking the last drops of his seed. He grabbed Martin's arm and pulled it
over himself and buried himself inside Martin's embrace. He felt Martin
kiss him on the head, on the neck and cheek.

Martin put his lips to Tim's ear and whispered "Timothy, you're fired".

"I know", Tim whispered back.

He could find another job. He could never find another Martin.

END OF PART I